Days on Island: 2 7 PM
Well, we've decided to camp for the night. I've always hated camping. Even when Dad took me right after I moved from South Carolina to L.A. We were supposed to have a "bonding" weekend and camp out. I don't really think that you can consider it camping if you hire someone to pitch your tent and you spend the one day you're there on your cell phone before you leave your daughter with Consuelo the maid. Whatever. I learned how to start a fire from scratch and what plants were "no no" plants from her husband Hector. It wasn't a total waste.
Everyone's relatively quiet after the day's events. Sawyer's still got that macho glow from his 'caveman' moment earlier today. What is it about men and the whole hunting and gathering thing? Okay, the whole thing was kind of brave since we all were running for our lives, but still…I want to smack that smirk right off his face.
We had been walking for what seemed like days, getting further and further from the beach. I have to admit, we were probably all thinking the same thing when Sawyer barked for Sayid to try and see if we got a signal from the transceiver. Sayid refused and Sawyer in his infinite tactfulness argued.
Tired of hearing him bitch, I glared at him as I sped up, walking past him (I almost died and I'm still stuck in the back!). "I'm sorry. Where did you get your engineering degree? Jackass University? Why don't we let the guy who actually knows what he's talking about decide."
I noticed Sayid smirked at Sawyer before the two began arguing again. They were about to get all physical again when there was a loud rumble from the jungle. We all froze, each of us thinking the same thing: it was Gigantor come to eat us all.
Suddenly, the something started moving in the distance. It was hidden by the tall grass, but it was big and coming straight for us at an alarming speed. Shannon, cool and calm as ever, started screaming and we all took off. Bringing up the rear, I noticed one of our little party was missing. I paused before I could get more than a few steps and saw Sawyer just staring at the blur streaked right towards him.
I ran back and grabbed his arm. Maybe the guy was in shock or something. "What are you doing!" I screamed. He glanced down at me and pushed me away, urging me to keep running. "Come on!" I yelled again, this time turning to run, since that thing was only a few yards away. Sorry, but being eaten alive was not on the day's agenda for me. I barely got a few feet when I heard a gunshot.
Turning, I saw Sawyer just standing there, suddenly holding a gun. He was crouched, as if he wasn't sure a bullet was going to stop the thing or not. I moved forward, looking from Sawyer to the…bear.
Yes, he shot a bear. As I turned to Sawyer, I couldn't help but notice a look in his eyes, surprised, yet intent. I remember thinking, "He's shot a gun before." I know, I have odd thoughts at traumatic moments, but this was something you could just tell. There was that look of surprised recognition. Before I could say anything the others were back and the angry eyes had returned.
We all stood around the bear like idiots, just staring at it until Kate finally announced it was a polar bear. A polar bear. It sounds insane, polar bear on a tropical island, but there it was. Big? Check. Hairy? Check. White? Definitely a polar bear.
"Poor bear," I suddenly said, watching the thing whine and breath it's last few breaths.
"That 'poor bear' just tried to make you his scratching post, Sunshine," Sawyer said irritably (like he has any other tone).
"Maybe we scared him." I stared at it for another few moments before announcing, "He's kinda cute."
"He'd be cuter mounted on my wall," Sawyer smirked and turned away from the dead polar bear and I felt the childish urge to stick my tongue out at him, but resisted.
Anyway, with the big bad bear taken care of there was suddenly a hoopla over Sawyer's gun. Apparently, he got if off some U.S. Marshall on the plane, Sayid accused him of being the Marshall's prisoner, he accused Sayid of being a terrorist again, blah, blah, blah.
Kate surprised us all by grabbing the gun off Sawyer and Sayid told her how to dismantle it. Guess she wasn't too thrilled over the thought of Sawyer with a gun either. She gave the two pieces of the gun to Sawyer and Sayid, Sawyer acted like an idiot, Kate ignored him. I was boring of the entire thing. "Great. Now that that's finished can we go before we get attacked by a flock of penguins?" I said rolling my eyes at the whole scene. God, did drama just follow these people everywhere?
I wish I could say that was the big event of the day, but a polar bear paled in comparison to what happened when we finally turned on the transceiver (no pun intended).
We had finally reached an acceptable height to get a signal, according to Sayid. Thank God, 'cause if we got any higher I was going to start getting nosebleeds and worrying about the oxygen level.
Anyway, he turned on the transceiver and tried to send a message, but something was interrupting the frequency we were on…or something along those lines. I didn't really get the 'math' of it all. So, what was interrupting our ever so important rescue call? Another rescue call.
That's right. There's someone else on this island.
The French are here.
Why do the bad things always happen to the French first? And then we show up going, "Shit, we should have learned our lesson from the French and none of this would have happened."
It turns out some woman sent a message that Sayid figured out has been on a loop for 16 years. Shannon, Ms. Grace Under Pressure, gave us a vague translation that equated to: "You're all gonna die." The woman said something about being alone, the others being dead because "it" killed them. I can only assume "it" referred to Gigantor. He didn't exactly seem house broken.
So, now it's getting dark and we're all sitting around the fire, saying little. We barely spoke as we started our hike back to the beach too. I guess the thought of spending the rest of our lives on this island makes us not so chatty. I, for one, can't wait to spend the rest of my days on the island of doom. Too bad all the French are dead. I could use the time to learn a second language. I guess I'll just have to try and chat up that Asian couple.