Charlie Hume sat on the plane reading Great Expectations his father had suggested it. Charlie grinned at the thought of his father, Desmond Hume, he was getting on a bit, his hair was greying but he still had the kick of life in him. And the stories he'd tell where amazing, he'd tell the tales of how he joined the army, how he became a monk and how he met the love of his life.
Desmond, Penny and Charlie had sailed the seas until Desmond finally weighed anchor in Scotland. Desmond had only ever told Charlie the tale of a magical island once, Charlie had always assumed it was the United Kingdom, but over time Charlie began to think otherwise.
Charlie had been very young and his father had walked in, he thought Charlie was asleep and told his ten-year old son a horrific story, of how he was tricked into pushing a button ever 108 seconds for three years of his life, how he had travelled back in time and how he had been dragged from what only sounded like hell itself by a man named Jack.
Charlie shivered, to this day his father had never again mentioned the island and Charlie had always thought his father must have been very drunk, but, he'd been so emotional and had cried all night. What had unsettled Charlie the most was how true the story had sounded, he'd heard his father mention Charlie Pace, the man he was named after and how he'd died saving Desmond, that bit always made Charlie's blood run cold and if he closed his eyes he could swear he could see a man, his hair blonde, his eyes staring right at him, a window of glass separating them and if he really concentrated Charlie could read what was written on the man's hand:
"Not Penny's Boat."