November 4th, 2004, A Raft Headed Off The Island
Hurley'd had an insane month or so since his last chance to write to Hoshi in his letters that he hoped one day to share.
But this day, we join some men and a boy on a raft, trying to sail off the terrible island and to civilization.
One of those men, James Ford (also known as Sawyer), is being a bloody snoop and reading messages collected in a bottle from the various other survivors.
"Hey, man, those are private!" Michael, the father of the boy, told Sawyer.
"You gonna stop me?" Sawyer said, looking through the notes. "Wait a minute..."
Sawyer's face grew befuddled.
"Who the hell is Hugo, and why the hell is he asking a Raven to teleport to the island and save him?" Sawyer laughed. "Cuckoo for cocoa puffs, whoever he is."
[ooc: NFI, NFB, all that jazz]
But this day, we join some men and a boy on a raft, trying to sail off the terrible island and to civilization.
One of those men, James Ford (also known as Sawyer), is being a bloody snoop and reading messages collected in a bottle from the various other survivors.
"Hey, man, those are private!" Michael, the father of the boy, told Sawyer.
"You gonna stop me?" Sawyer said, looking through the notes. "Wait a minute..."
Sawyer's face grew befuddled.
"Who the hell is Hugo, and why the hell is he asking a Raven to teleport to the island and save him?" Sawyer laughed. "Cuckoo for cocoa puffs, whoever he is."
[ooc: NFI, NFB, all that jazz]