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Chapter 2: First Night

"이렇게 우리는 무엇을 지금 하는가?"

""우리는 기다리고 그대로 있을 것이다. 구조는 빨리 왔음에 틀림없다."

""그러나 무엇에 관하여 the others?"

"Don't worry 그들에 관하여. 우리는 필요로 한다 take care 의 ourselves."

"Jin, 나는 위협된다."

"이지 말라. 있으십시오 thankful that we survived."

"그렇습니다 I know. I 가정하십시오 you're right."

"Of course I am, Sun."

It was evening now. As Hurley was passing out food from the plane to each of the survivors he couldn't help but notice a couple of people secluded from the rest of the group, who were now gathered back at the wreckage. By the look of them they were Chinese or something and were speaking some foreign language. Hurley couldn't understand a word that he overheard but still he decided to go over and offer them some food.

Hurley stepped up to them, one was a beautiful Asian woman who had long, dark hair and her partner, an Asian man who wore a scowl and looked unhappy to see Hurley standing there with food. Hurley spoke up "Hey uh, I don't know if you guys can understand me but would you like something to eat?"

The Asian man stood up and said "당신 원한다 그것은 무엇인가?"

Hurley wasn't sure how to respond. What did he just say? He turned to the Asian woman, who was giving him a blank look just as well. Hurley then pointed to his mouth and showed him the food. "You know," he tried to explain. "Eat. Food. Hungry. Are you hungry?"

The Asian man finally seemed to understand and took the food from him, not smiling or shaking his hand. Instead the man sat back down with his wife and turned away from Hurley, who was left just standing there. Hurley shrugged and walked away, feeling good that he had just supplied nearly the whole group with food.

Jack sat on a suitcase, looking out at the rest of the survivors, deep in thought. The stewardess, Cindy had told him just a few hours ago that before their plane had crashed, they were flying over a thousand miles off course, struggling to get to Fiji so they could land. Not wanting to depress anyone or take away their hope, Jack had confided this information in just a couple of people that he had seen earlier helping people at the crash just like him. Namely, they were Ana-Lucia Cortez, Sayid Jarrah, and MR. Eko Tunde.

At that moment, Ana and Sayid walked up to Jack and Sayid informed him "We have started several large fires throughout the area. If we are lucky, at least one of the rescue planes might fly over this area."

"And what if we're not lucky?" Jack asked him.

Sayid looked at the ground and said sadly "Then I'm afraid there's not much more we can do. I talked with the stewardess and she said that the pilot had a transceiver however…"

Sayid stopped. Jack looked up at him, interested. "No one has been able to locate the body of the pilot. Or the transceiver for that matter." he finished.

Ana then brought up a couple of questions that Jack had only considered briefly "Well, okay if rescue isn't going to work then what the hell are we supposed to do? The plane food isn't gonna last forever, probably a few days at best. We need to see what kind of wildlife is on this island. Pigs, birds, fish, who knows?"

Jack nodded in agreement. "We're also going to have to find a source of fresh water. As for shelters, I guess the wreckage will make a good place for now. We've already got a couple people scavenging in the plane for supplies right now, and we've put all the bodies in the cockpit."

Sayid then asked him "Have you taken count yet of how many survivors there are?"

Jack nodded. "Yeah, we counted sixty five. If anyone finds the manifest in the plane, it'll be a lot easier to keep track of people."

Sayid then said "Well, I suppose the only thing we can do now is wait until morning and see if anyone comes to rescue us."

"That's right," Jack agreed.

"So do you think his owner died in the crash?" asked Libby, petting the soft, friendly cat named William. It purred and rubbed its head against her hand as she touched it. Ever since Hurley had found the cat wandering around in the bushes, nobody had claimed the cat as theirs or even admitting to have seen the cat with someone on the plane. As of right now, the cat was being taken care of by whoever felt like giving it attention.

Answering Libby's question, Hurley said "I just kind of saw something moving in the bushes and out jumped this little guy. Poor cat, all alone by himself. At least he was smart and stayed with the rest of us."

"So," Libby repeated. "You think his owner died?"

"I can't think of any other explanation," Hurley answered grimly.

A small boy carrying a leash with a dog attached, walked up to Hurley and Libby and asked them "Hey is this where the kitty is?"

They both smiled at him and Libby said politely "Sure is. Would you like to pet him?"

The boy's eyes lit up with excitement and bent down to pet the small creature. As he scratched its ears, Hurley asked "So what's your name kiddo?"

The boy answered "I'm Walt." He gestured to his dog who was begging to get a whiff of the cat. "And this is Vincent," he added.

As Walt continued to pet the cat, Vincent finally got close enough to sniff the cat's tail. When he did, Vincent immediately gave a loud bark and got into an attack stance, teeth snarled.

Walt grabbed Vincent's leash and tugged hard but still Vincent would not move. William hissed at the dog and swiped an arm at his face. It's claws scraped the surface of its nose and Vincent howled in a manner that was so startling, Walt accidentally let go of the leash.

Quickly, Hurley got in front of Vincent but when he did, Vincent snapped at him, something Walt had never seen Vincent do before. Libby tried to bend down to scoop the cat up but William ran away before she could. As soon as he did, Vincent darted after him and as they ran through the wreckage, it caught the attention of more and more survivors.

Michael, Walt's father, ran after the animals and yelled "Vincent! What the hell has gotten into you!?"

But even Michael could not keep up as the game of cat and mouse continued. Finally, William leapt on top of one of the engines, becoming safe from the dog when Vincent realized that the cat was now too high for him to catch. After a few unsuccessful tries, Vincent just sat there in the sand and gave some of the most ferocious barks he ever had at William.

Michael jogged up to the dog and hurriedly, put his leash around his neck. He then dragged the dog away, Vincent still barking at the cat. After Vincent was out of sight, Libby walked up and gathered William safely in her arms away from harm. Hurley walked up next to her and said "That was one crazy cat and dog fight, huh?"

Libby stroked William's face and said "I wonder what made the dog freak out like that?"

Hurley shrugged his shoulders and said "Cats and dogs always hate each other."

Libby gave him a look that suggested she didn't buy what he was saying. "Hurley," she said. "Have you ever seen a dog get so angry like that over just one little cat?"

Hurley shook his head. In truth, he didn't have an explanation for what just happened.

Over by the tail section, a boyfriend and girlfriend named Paulo and Nikki shared a small meal together consisting of an old roast beef sandwich, stale potato chips, and whatever else that Hurley gave them in the big box that said "Oceanic Gourmet Dinner".

As Paulo took a bite of sandwich, he spit out a crusty part of beef and muttered "Eugh. All we've been through today and we can't even get a decent meal?"

Nikki looked at him frowning. "Is complaining the only thing you ever do nowadays?" she remarked.

Paulo looked at her, offended. "What do you mean by that?"

Nikki reasoned "We could have died today, Paulo. We're really lucky that we survived the crash, while countless others didn't, and now all you can do is bitch about the food?"

Paulo didn't say anything. Maybe he was being a little ungrateful. After all, Nikki was completely right about everything that happened today. If she had died, he didn't know what he would do without her.

After a few minutes eating in silence, Paulo said softly "I love you, you know,"

Nikki nodded, silently forgiving him for being such an idiot. "Yeah, yeah," she replied. "I know."

As Ana-Lucia sat alone, eating her food in silence she noticed out of the corner of her eye someone approaching her. As the person got closer, she recognized him as the man she had dragged out of the ocean earlier and found the drugs on. Now as he strode up to her, he looked pissed off and it didn't take long for her to guess what this was going to be about.

A few moments later, the man was hovering above, staring at her in a loathing haze. Ana looked up at him and gave him a rude "What?"

The man then demanded "Where's my bloody stuff?"

Ana then retrieved the small bag of heroin from her pocket and held it out tauntingly in front of him. "You mean this?" she asked sarcastically.

The man made a move to grab it and she put it back in her pocket just as quick. The man then said angrily "You'd better hand that over to me now."

Ana looked at him with a hard stare. "Now why would I want to do that?" she asked him.

"Because that's not yours. It belongs to me!" he said getting more and more annoyed.

"You know, I'm pretty sure that this stuff is illegal," Ana remarked, treating him like a fool.

"Why do you give a damn?" the man pleaded. "We're on a deserted island. Just give me my drugs and leave me alone!"

Ana was done messing around now. She stood up, defiant and said "Back in the U.S. I was a police officer. If I had found this on you back there, your ass would be in jail right now."

"Bu- the man started to say but Ana continued, not letting him interrupt. "Now even though we're in the wild, same rules apply. No drugs, no questions."

Ana then sat back down and returned to her food, looking away from him. The man stood there, wondering if this was the end of the conversation.

As he was about to walk away, Ana then gave him one final look of disgust and added "And you really think we want to take the risk of having some useless junkie causing trouble for the group?"

The man looked to be really hurt by this final comment and sulked away, not saying another word. As Ana took another bite of her food, she couldn't help but give a small snort of laughter. How she loved to taunt with poor, miserable souls.

Just like her.

Back over on the other side of the wreckage, the quiet Korean couple ate their meal in silence. Sun looked up from her empty dish at her husband, Jin who was still busy eating his food. All in all, that had been one of the worst meals Sun had ever had to eat. The food was so different from what she was used to and she could taste the difference. It wasn't made with the care and dedication that she was accustomed to. But as she kept watching Jin, she saw that he didn't seem to care.

"How long do you think before rescue finds us?" she asked timidly.

Jin looked up at her and thought about it before answering "Hopefully just a day or two." Seeing his wife's worried face he added "I'm sure of it."

Although Jin would never admit it to Sun, he actually had his own doubts as well. He had caught a glimpse of the doctor's face right after he had gotten done talking with the stewardess and what he saw wasn't good. The doctor looked like he had just been told something horrible, even though Jin could not possibly imagine what the stewardess could have said.

"I think tomorrow I will try to catch some fish out of this ocean," Jin said. "I could make us a good meal for tomorrow, instead of this garbage."

Sun smiled. "You didn't like it either?"

"Sun please, you know that we both have the exact same tastes in food," he said smiling back, something that Sun rarely saw him do.

Jin then reached over and held her hand while he said warmly "I love you Sun. Don't you ever forget that."

Sun looked into his eyes and for a few moments, she could see the kindness that had always been there before things had gotten so complicated and hard. She missed the old Jin, the one that she had fallen in love with, so long ago. As he held her hand, a single tear formed in her eye. Maybe, on this island, they could get a second chance.

As evening eventually turned into night, Eko sat by himself carving into a thick stick that he had found on the edge of the jungle. Every letter that Eko carved into his stick, filled him with more and more satisfaction. Ever since he had found religion, he believed that he was becoming a much better person than what he had been. The thought that he was continuing in his brother's footsteps filled him with such great pride that he was sure it was a sin.

But now as he carved his favorite Bible verses into the stick, he couldn't believe the changes that had occurred in his life. If someone had told him a few years ago that he would eventually become a priest, he probably would have slit their throat. After all, who had ever heard of such a thing?

A priest from a murderous drug lord.

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