"Howdy there sweetheart. Have fun with the doc yesterday?" Sawyer asked the next morning.
"Hardly," Kate mumbled. She was still tired and emotionally unprepared to face either Sawyer or Jack today.
"Well Jackass has been bragin' all mornin' about some monster he saw in the jungle. Care to comment?"
"Sawyer, do you have to do this now?" Kate asked irritated.
"Well cupcake I seem to remember you were the one who slept in my tent last night," Sawyer reminded her with a grin.
"The sun was in my eyes? I thought it was my tent?" She offered as excuses
"How 'bout I was too cute to resist?" Sawyer joked, leaning over to kiss her.
Kate escaped just in time, rolling over and leaving Sawyer's lips yearning for hers. "Good morning to you too," she said with a smile as she grabbed her shoes and walked out of tent.
She walked all the way back to her tent without looking back to see if he was watching her. It was hard because she knew he probably was, but what if he wasn't? What did that mean? She shouldn't be worrying about crushes when she's on Craphole Island with nowhere to go. This island had saved her and caused her more problems. She asked herself again, what was she getting herself into?
"Sawyer!" Jack yelled from across the beach, trying to get the southerner's attention.
"What d'ya want Doc?" Sawyer yelled back, walking towards him.
"I was wondering if you could help me chop wood for fires today, farther into the jungle. We can't keep using this wood," Jack gestured to the trees behind them, "because we need something to protect us from whatever is in there"
"Sure Doc, why not. Although maybe the fact that I was shot two days ago and no one seems to know who shot me should be brought up first," Sawyer glared at Jack in distain.
"One thing at a time, Sawyer. You ready to go?"
After both men had grabbed their backpacks, refilled their water bottles, and put on sneakers that were around their size, they began the trek into the jungle back to where the net had been.
"You got any idea where we're goin' Doctor Do Right?"
"Just a little bit fa-"
Jack stopped where he was and Sawyer peered out from behind him to see what had delayed their hike. Not ten feet in front of them was a net and inside was a man. He didn't look familiar to Sawyer. Apparently Jack knew him though, for he approached the netted man and stared at him for a while before
"Hey Brotha, how's your ankle?"