Champagne Supernova
Oasis
Someday you will find me,
Caught beneath the landslide,
In a champagne supernova in the sky,
Some day you will find me,
Caught beneath the landslide,
In a champagne supernova,
A champagne supernova in the sky.
The Locke and the Key
Chapter Eight
The boat swerved in and out of a straight path, crashing into the waves as it went. The entire mob of people watched the white boat and took slow, careful steps toward the ocean. Ewan glanced around to catch the expression of the people. They all wore the same look he did--shocked. But when Ewan glanced over at Rose he realized she was hopeful.
Hopeful? Ewan wondered to himself. Suddenly, the thought came to him. A boat meant there was a possibility that they could be rescued. A smile spread over Ewan's face.
As the crowd curved around the shoreline, Jack, Sawyer and Sayid jumped into the roaring ocean. They climbed up onto the boat and Ewan thought he saw Jack yank out his gun and aim it at the door that went below deck. Ewan watched with anticipation, guessing what their rescuer would look like. Will she have flowing, curly, blond hair? Ewan wondered.
Suddenly, as Ewan watched, he heard bullets pelt the wooden door and Jack jumped back. Jack reached out cautiously when the firing stopped and opened the door. He stood there for a minute and stared. Then he waved for the person inside the boat to come up.
The icy coldness of irony climbed up Ewan's legs and froze his entire body. His feet remained cemented to the sand and he arms lay lifeless at his side. Desmond was back.
As the crowd parted to make room for the four men, Ewan did not flinch. He stood perfectly still so the crowd split and left one stunned man awkwardly standing in the open. He stuttered for a minute as Desmond staggered closer
"Aye! Ewan, my mate!" Des slurred as he lazily hugged Ewan. His arms slid away and he pointed to the white boat. "Like 'er?" he asked right away.
Ewan, who stilled hadn't moved, gently pushed Desmond's shoulders away. The man's breath smelled alarmingly like too much white wine. "Y-y-yes. Lovely," Ewan struggled to speak. He stared bug-eyed and took in the scene of Desmond in his stained pajamas and dripping wet hair. Sayid stood to Ewan's left. Jack was on his right and Sawyer was drying himself off behind Desmond.
"You know this guy, Braveheart?" Sawyer asked.
"I--my name is Ewan and eh... yes."
Sayid looked from Jack to Ewan to Desmond. He asked Jack quietly, "Is this the man you found in the hatch?"
"Yeah," Jack whispered.
"Heh, heh, heh. Yep that's me. Hatch-man," Des laughed drunkenly.
"Why don't you um... why don't you sit down, Desmond?" Jack asked.
"Well, heh. If you insist, brotha..."
Should I go up to him? Ewan pondered as he fiddled with the lint in his jean pockets. He stood about seven feet away from a drunk Desmond. "Something wrong, Ewan?" he heard a voice ask behind him. Ewan turned around to become face to face with Sun.
"I'm alright," Ewan lied as he swayed his shoulders. "Just heading over to talk with Desmond."
"Okay," Sun said. She smiled politely and headed over towards Jin, her husband.
So I guess I better go now... Ewan thought to himself. Slowly, he picked up his feet and strolled over to Desmond's small camp consisting of a backpack and two empty bottles of liquor. He sat down and looked hopefully at Desmond. Des just took another swig of win and continued to stare out at the sea. This moment was beginning to remind Ewan of his talk with Locke. "Desmond?" Ewan asked softly.
"Aye, brotha," Desmond said as he slowly turned to face Ewan.
"Why'd you have to come now?" Ewan blurted out in frustration. When he realized what he had said, he cheeks crawled with red pigment.
"What do you mean?" Desmond asked as he set the wine bottle down in the sand.
"I--I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that..."
Desmond reached out with his hand to ruffle Ewan's hair, but Ewan jumped back. Desmond's drunken laugh rang through the air once again. "What's the matter, brotha?"
"I--I'll talk to you in the morning, okay?"
"Alright then." As Ewan was about to stand up, Des asked, "Where yeh goin' to?"
"Back to the hatch."
"Aw, c'mon, brotha. Trust me. You don't wanna go back there. Stay out here with me," Desmond swirled his wine around and began chugging the last bit.
"Okay, Des," Ewan said. He sat back down in the soft, cool sand.
Ewan awoke with a start. He lifted his head slowly and stared blindly at the dark cloak of the sky. He couldn't make out anything!
Then what had woken him up? There it was again. Besides the sound of Desmond's heavy breathing, Ewan could hear the slight sound of crunching leaves and rustling branches. His eyes widened and scanned the horizon line for any movement. He held his breath and... there it was again!
Ewan sat up and suddenly, a rough hand reached to cover his mouth. Horrified, Ewan looked up and saw Sayid standing above him. "Sorry," Sayid removed his hand. "Didn't want to wake anybody up." He quietly sat down next to Ewan and nodded over at Desmond's rising and falling back. "Is he still asleep?"
"Yeah," Ewan said. "You scared me, you know. What brings you out here in the dark anyway?"
"Remember that theory we formed?"
"About--?"
"Do you remember the theory?"
"Yes," Ewan said as he finally caught on to the fact that there might actually be other people listening in on their conversation.
"Well, I talked to Jack about it." Sayid glanced around and then whispered to Ewan, "I am meeting the four of them by boat. I will signal out arrival with black smoke. Then we will have Michael surrounded."
"Our arrival?" Ewan asked quietly.
"That is if you'll come with me," Sayid said.
"I..." Ewan looked apprehensively back at Desmond. "I don't know if I can..."
"Does that mean you'd rather stay here?"
"Well, it's just... I don't know."
"Where do you know Desmond from anyway?"
"The island. He helped me when I got lost in the woods. He was the first person who was nice to me. My only friend, yeh know?"
"Ahhh," Sayid sighed. "Well, it's your decision, Ewan. Come out for a little adventure or push the button."
"Something tells me Des isn't going to be pushing the button..."
"Well, come to me in the morning with your decision, will you?" Sayid asked as he began to stand up.
"Of course," Ewan replied. He turned his attention to somewhere in the deep, black, churning ocean waves as Sayid walked away.
Ewan began to close his eyes but woke himself up quickly. "Sayid, wait," he said louder than his whispers earlier. He hoped he hadn't woken Des. Sayid turned around and looked at Ewan expectantly. Ewan sighed. "I'll go with you," he said, trying to sound reluctant even though it was his own choice. "When do we leave?"
"I'll wake you after sunrise," Sayid smiled genuinely.
Ewan grumbled something about the time and turned his attention back to the roaring, deep, indigo sea. Some trait in the crashing, rumbling water reminded him of his own insides. Bottomless, vast, shadowy and angry feelings churning around and merging with the loneliness at the pit of his stomach. He wasn't sure why he felt the way he did. Maybe it was all just confusion.
"Only friend?" Desmond asked sleepily. Although his voice was gentle, it rang through Ewan's ears like a cranky fire truck bell. His back shot upright and his arms uncrossed and fell to the sand.
"You were awake?" Ewan asked, a bit ticked off. He watched Desmond roll over to face him.
"Only friend," Des thought for a moment. "I knew I'd helped you out in the jungle, but you really hadn't made any other friends?" Ewan just nodded. "Well then, brotha," Desmond sighed. It seemed like he wasn't sure what he should say.
"I'm sorry, Des..." Ewan began until he realized he didn't know what to say either.
"No need to apologize, yeh? I'd say your my only friend on the island as well," Desmond smiled.
Some day you will find me... eh.. it's still stuck in my head.
Anways, I hope ya'll liked this chapter. Isn't Ewan so cute? Only one more super long chapter until I'm pausing this story 'til LOST airs again.
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