Chapter 2: A Bite to Eat

Chelsea sat around in the hut for what seemed like hours. Shea mumbled stuff about some fish, but that was all the response anyone got out of him. She had taken a particular liking to his culture. It was unusual and exciting. The was his hair was and the clothes he wore reminded her of a real-life Tarzan. It was fascinating.

Wada didn't say anything else for the remainder of the wait period. He just smoked his pipe and nibbled on jerky. He was far more creepy as Chelsea could tell. His puffed-up hair was a sight to behold and his gestures were frightening.

All of the sudden, Shea thrust himself forward and screamed. "Organs!" He punched Chelsea as hard as he could. "No take organs! No take organs! NO TAKE ORGANS!" He continued to beat her.

Her instincts caught on again. She took the walking stick from Wada, and somehow managed to hit him in the exact same spot. Wada took in back immediately. He whipped her multiple times before yelling, "Fix!"

Once again, Chelsea had to run all the way back to the mainland and grab the Doctor. She just told him that he had awoken and nothing else. He had a lot of frustration ahead of him.

Shea was surprisingly wide-awake when they got there. "You there," the Doc called, "I'm Trent. A doctor. I'll make your head stop hurting."

"No... hurt?" He jumped from glee and nearly hugged the guy.

"Uh... Don't touch me, please. I don't like touching. Now hold still and look at my finger."

He shone a flashlight in Shea's eye. A couple seconds of the light and Shea jumped back in horror. "Bright!"

"I'm testing your reaction time. But I already got my answer, so we don't have to do that anymore." He rummaged through his first-aid kit. "Here, take these," he said, handing him two painkillers.

Shea took them and popped them in his mouth. He crunched down on them and choked on the flavor and dryness.

"You're... not supposed to chew them. But that's okay, you're learning still." He handed the wildman (Live action!) a bottle of water. He chugged the contents. "That'll start working in about an hour. Now, I hope you and Chelsea can finally get along. That was a nasty fight you guys had. And it's swelling like crazy."

"Two... Fights..."

"Two? Chelsea! You hit him again?! Where?"

She slumped down to the floor. She covered her eyes with her sweaty hands and gasped: "The exact same spot..."

Needless to say, the Doctor was not pleased.

"No get mad at her! Get mad at me! I try and hurt her!"

"Shea. Chelsea's hurt a lot of people in her time on these islands. It's her fault no matter the cause."

Shea was dumbfounded. Well, more than he was with his serious head injury. "... Hurt?"

"Thank you, Trent." Chelsea shoved him out of the hut and slammed the door behind him. "He's just making stuff up. Don't worry about it."

"So he's a liar?!"

"Uh, sure. Yeah, that's it."

"Hm... I want to chase him. Lying bad. Need to teach him. But... I'm so tired."

"Oh no! Well, I swear... You've probably got a concussion. You can't sleep with one. It could kill you."

Shea was very displeased. He clenched his fists. "Can't sleep?!"

"No. You should try your best to stay awake." Chelsea wasn't too keen on dealing with another angry Shea.

"Then I chase him!"

'Shea, stop!"

The two ran off. Chelsea could make out Wada chuckling behind them. Shea met up with the Doctor on the bridge between the festival area and the mainland. "Don't... lie!" His fist made contact with the Doc's side. Unable to brace himself, he fell into the river.

"You... idiot!" Chelsea and Trent exclaimed simultaneously. A massive, vulgar fight broke out between the three of them. It was absurd and alerted all the nearby villagers. A couple people came out to protest, including Pierre: "You guys are disturbing my cooking! Go be annoying elsewhere!" "Quiet, tiny baby man!" Shea yelled, tossing a rock through the Gourmet's window.

"That's enough!" The voice was shockingly low and masculine. "Which one of you three started this?!"

Chelsea pointed at Shea.

The mountain of a man, Gannon, picked him up with one arm. "Listen, I don't know you, but you're annoying me already. It's better if you learn your place early on. Ready for your lesson?"

"No, no, no, no, no! Please don't!" Shea squirmed and wiggled to no avail. Gannon cocked back his fist.

"Stop it, Gannon! Don't hurt him, it's not worth it!"

Gannon let him go. He fell on the ground with a loud "thud."

"Now I fight you like real man!" Shea threw punches at the giant, kicked and screamed, but it was useless. Gannon picked him up by his hair, worsening Shea's struggle.

"No! I'm strong! I can fight you! I can win, too!"

Gannon chuckled. So did Trent. "Can you really? It seems to me like you can't even take on a girl after what Chelsea did to you."

That made it infinitely worse. Shea's wild thrashing drew in a crowd. Pretty much every resident on the island had come to watch the fight. Except for Pierre, who was cleaning up broken glass shards.

"Gannon, that's enough. It's truly enough." The old, lively voice was that of Taro's. "Send him to solitude. Get him to calm down."

"Solitude...?" Shea was quite puzzled by most "big words."

"It basically means that you get stuffed in Gannon's disgusting basement until he gets tired of having you down there."

Shea had another "no" fit. Chelsea felt bad. It was her fault, after all.

"Don't do it, please! I'll do anything!"

"Why do you want to help him?" Trent asked honestly.

"I owe him. Anything you want, Gannon."

"Hm... Ten thousand should do it."

She was about ready to have a fit herself. She barely had that much, and she needed it to get by until harvest day. Guilt weighing down on her heart, the pressure of all those people around didn't help. She coughed up the gold.

Gannon released the boy. He ran to Chelsea's arms, thanking her left and right and upside-down. The crowd dispersed, leaving the two alone.

"I want to thank you! Come by hut tonight. I give you food!"

"But I... don't really want.."

His face resembled a kicked puppy.

"I mean, I'd love to! I'll see you later." She ran off in the direction of her farmhouse.

Shea made his way back to Wada's hut. "Wada! Help!"

"... What...?"

"I need help to catch fish! Big fish! To eat with Chelsea!"

So Wada went on a fishing trip with Shea, and ending up catching everything. Shea's skill had yet to progress, but he wasn't too worried about that right now. They had just finished hauling the catch back to the hut when Chelsea showed up.

"Chelsea! You like fish?"

She nodded. "Especially fresh fish. Nice work catching all that."

He beamed. "You know how to cook? I know how to cook. But I want to see you cook. You're much different. I guess cook different, too."

"Ah.. okay. Sure."

There was a great, big bonfire in the middle of the hut. Chelsea picked up a fish, but stopped in bewilderment. "You... have no cookware."

"We have sticks! You cook with sticks, right?"

"Uh... I never have."

"So you don't know how to cook? I show you!" He took the fish, and skewered it on a stick. "Hold above fire. Like this." He handed her the fish-kabob.

It was simple enough. She looked to him, and their eyes met...

And boy did she feel bad.

There was a huge lump on his skull. It was colored with the sickest of greens, reds, and purples. It looked like a huge deformity. He had a nasty shiner, too. And to think this was all on accident!

"Chelsea! Fishy!" It had caught fire. She tried waving it around to extinguish the flames. Her grip slipped and, well... Next thing she knew, the hut was on fire.

"Don't worry, Chelsea! I'll save you!" He grabbed her and slung her over his shoulder. He made a mad dash out of the jungle. Wada followed closely behind him. "Where you live?!"

"Uh... Up that next road there."

"Okay!"

He kept running until he reached her farm. He set her down by the front door. "You a bad cook. That's okay."

Her face turned bright red from embarrassment. "Thanks, I guess."

"You deserve punishment though. So you don't burn hut again." He slapped her with a big, fat fish. It left a sticky residue.

"Sleep good. Bye, Chelsea."

"Good night..."