The Island, September 26 2004
Hurley had grabbed a notepad out of the plane wreckage, and got a pen from the Boone guy (he had like six of them for some weird reason), and had sat down that night to try and write a letter. It was a little tricky with just the campfire light, but he did it just the same.
Dear Hoshi,
I really hope I just get to give you this notebook and you get to read all this and we can laugh about it later. Or maybe they'll find this in your future and it'll be a historic thing that you can read and find out why I stopped calling you.
So, my plane kinda crashed on a weird island. It's not too bad, I guess, for being stuck somewhere. I mean, we're all kinda scared and the food would be running out if the crazy knifey bald guy didn't know how to hunt boar, but the beach is kind of pretty and most of the people are okay. Seriously, I'm making friends with the bassist to that bad Drive Shaft. He's kinda cool, actually. I really hope he never finds out that I kinda think is hit song is lame.
Oh, and I've met a dude that is the Southern Chuck Bass. I hate that dude. A lot.
There's also an Australian pregnant lady who looks just like Tahiri. She can't use the force or anything and likes shoes, so they aren't really alike at all.
So yeah, we're stuck on an island, and we're awaiting rescue. Hope I see you at Homecoming.
Love,
Hurley.
After he finished writing, Charlie walked over to where Hurley was sitting. "What are you doin'?" his hobbity friend asked.
"Oh, nothing," Hurley said, trying to act all innocent. "Just figured someone should keep record of stuff."
"Record, right," Charlie said. "Just make sure to mention how heroic I am." He smiled over at Hurley.
"You got it, dude," Hurley said, grinning back.
Dear Hoshi,
I really hope I just get to give you this notebook and you get to read all this and we can laugh about it later. Or maybe they'll find this in your future and it'll be a historic thing that you can read and find out why I stopped calling you.
So, my plane kinda crashed on a weird island. It's not too bad, I guess, for being stuck somewhere. I mean, we're all kinda scared and the food would be running out if the crazy knifey bald guy didn't know how to hunt boar, but the beach is kind of pretty and most of the people are okay. Seriously, I'm making friends with the bassist to that bad Drive Shaft. He's kinda cool, actually. I really hope he never finds out that I kinda think is hit song is lame.
Oh, and I've met a dude that is the Southern Chuck Bass. I hate that dude. A lot.
There's also an Australian pregnant lady who looks just like Tahiri. She can't use the force or anything and likes shoes, so they aren't really alike at all.
So yeah, we're stuck on an island, and we're awaiting rescue. Hope I see you at Homecoming.
Love,
Hurley.
After he finished writing, Charlie walked over to where Hurley was sitting. "What are you doin'?" his hobbity friend asked.
"Oh, nothing," Hurley said, trying to act all innocent. "Just figured someone should keep record of stuff."
"Record, right," Charlie said. "Just make sure to mention how heroic I am." He smiled over at Hurley.
"You got it, dude," Hurley said, grinning back.