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Jackson stared into the tranquil sapphire water. It had been awhile since he'd felt the faintest tug on his fishing pole. It was inane; people fishing in the real world for sport. Here he was, relying on fish for survival. Then there were balding fifty year old pricks somewhere out in the middle of the ocean, on a extravagant boat, idly casting their overpriced bait into the ocean and chugging back a couple of beers. Here Jackson was; no bites and probably getting a sun burn. Some life, huh?
"Hey," a timid voice called from behind him. "Any luck?"
Jackson turned and saw an unsure Melissa. "Nope, Nothing."
"Oh," Melissa gauchely shifted from foot to foot.
"Is something bothering you?" Jackson asked cautiously.
"Um no," Melissa answered quietly. She paused and reconsidered. "Well yeah actually. I think I did something bad."
"Bad?" Jackson echoed. Benign little Melissa seemed incapable of anything in the least bit bad.
"Never mind- it doesn't matter." Melissa spat out in a rush. "Just forget I said anything."
Jackson was bemused as he quizzically watched Melissa trip over her own feet in her desperate attempt to return to camp. Jackson's uneasy feeling about the previous events of the day pertaining to Melissa was growing stronger. It was so irreverent to the usual charm of Melissa's fumbling shyness and contagious kindness. This alien Melissa had the tendency of offering indirect answers and allowing a melancholy expression to dominate her face at times. He was not quite sure what he thought of this foreign personality. It vexed him that she had left so many questions with her one answer.
A/N: Dear devoted fans- I am sincerely sorry for lying to you. This chapter was clearly not through Melissa's point of view and didn't detail what she and Eric were talking about but I was inspired. I hope you liked it and I hope you review.
A/N (2): Ok so if you are reading this for the first time, disregard this author's note. If not, you will notice that I gave changed up a couple of words and phrases that didn't make much sense. Sorry about that- I had discovered the 'synonym' function on Microsoft Word and got a little carried away substituting words for prettier sounding ones. Yeah, I know, I sound like a kindergartener. I like pretty sounding words. But really, who doesn't?