Cast Away Part 1: A Message from the Author...
Anything written in italics, in answer to any of Cutler's comments or questions will be what 'Eddie' is -saying- or -thinking- according to Cutler's mind. This note is just in case you're confused. Coconuts can't talk, and neither can 'Eddie'.
Thank for reading!!
Cast Away Part 1: Continued...
Three days of coconut milk, coconut meat, and cooked seaweed was enough for Cutler Beckett. He needed something else to add to his very limited diet. He noticed many small fish swimming quite near to shore, but he hadn't any idea how to catch them. Once, he removed his shirt, and tied it so that it somewhat resembled some sort of a makeshift net, and dropped it into the water. Of course, the fish disappeared at the sight of it.
Sighing with deep, dark depression, Cutler held Eddie against his chest, and began to walk the beach...
Two Hours Later...
He stopped stalk still. Was there someone else on this island besides him and Eddie? He crouched low and studied the tracks of bare human feet in the sand, which were facing away from him. After a moment, he straightened up, only to be taken by surprise again - he was back at 'home'!
Glancing in shock back down at the footprints again, he realized that those were his footprints!
"I've just walked around an entire piece of land in two hours?" Cutler gasped in amused shock.
It appears you have, friend. It's not all that big, is it?
"Not at all," he answered. Then he sighed. He knew he was going mad, actually hearing or believing he was hearing the answers from Eddie. "So, now what do we do?"
Walk around it again. It's good for you.
"No, I will not march around this blasted spit of land again!" Cutler argued, glaring down at Eddie. "If you think it's good for someone, why don't you walk around it twice?"
Sorry, I can't walk anywhere - I haven't any legs.
Groaning in annoyance, he headed off into the group of palm trees. He ambled about slowly through the tall grasses - when - Thump! His foot landed on something hollow beneath the sand. He stopped and peered down at the ground, and stamped his foot a few more times. Thump! Thump! Thump!
Well, lookie there, Cutler! You've found buried treasure! I wonder how'd you make use of it?
"Oh, shut up!" he grumbled back, digging at the sand until it uncovered a large wooden hatch door. He dug around a bit more to find the handle. His fingers hit a piece of looped rope, and he grabbed hold of it and pulled with all of his strength. The great wooden door rose into the air, and landed open, revealing a dark, gloomy hole below.
"Strange..." he ignored the spookiness of the hole, and climbed right down into it. Inside smelled of sand, seawater, wood, and...rum? He groped around, until he felt something which felt like dusty glass. His fingers closed around it, which he immediately acknowledged as a bottle of rum. He picked it up carefully, and weighed it in his hand. Completely full.
Sighing with satisfaction of the wonderful replacement of coconut milk, Cutler tucked the bottle of rum under his arm, and climbed out of the hole.
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The stars twinkled brightly above, in concordance with the huge, blazing bonfire Cutler managed to build along with his stupid drunkenness. Staggering about on the sand, swilling down his third bottle of rum, he found himself quite happy and content on this little island with Eddie, who was comfortably nestled a few feet away from the bonfire.
"You know, Eddie," he sighed, gazing up at the bright stars above him. "I've taken the beauty of nature for granted." He plopped down on his EICo. flag, that was laid out like a blanket, and continued to gaze up at the stars. He sighed deeply as he reminisced something similarly as beautiful as the stars above him.
"This kind of reminds me of Miss Swann," he began to ramble to Eddie. "Or Miss Turner, now, actually. I wish, now, that I haven't been such a straight-laced fool, and taken advantage of our night alone in my office. She was so..." he licked his lips lustfully. "...deliciously appealing. She was still deliciously appealing the last time I saw her, as well."
He heaved another dreamy sigh as he rolled his head over to look at Eddie. "Your mouth would water when you see her."
Seems to me that you'd rather eat her than bed her.
"You are a miserable companion." Cutler grumbled. Then he rolled over, putting his back towards Eddie. "Good-night, Eddie."
Good-night Cutler Cannibal.
"Oh, shut it!"