Enjoying the moment of settled calm
(As Claire conveyed to Terra what had happened at the inlet early this morning, Malana could hear soft giggles from both as she opened her journal to write in it using the light provided by the flames of the fire they sat around. Rose with them this evening, saying little as she seemed more the listener, then talker the past couple of days)
Entry 2
There is a small inlet a bit further down the beach and this morning I persuaded Claire to go there with me, it was quite early and neither of us thought anyone would be there. It provides some privacy for any who wish to bathe which is something I would highly recommend to a couple people here.
I learned a little about Claire's situation, I think she feels comfortable talking to me as we have both been in similar situations, though I was younger then she is now when I found myself pregnant with Synora.
We were wrapped in towels found among the wreckage of the plane combing out our hair when Sayid happened upon us. He barely got the words "My apologies" out before he retraced his steps, I do not think I have ever seen a man blush with embarrassment before, I do not think he expected to find anyone here. After watching him leave I turned to Claire who had burst out in giggles after watching Sayid's hasty retreat.
I found a rock today with quite a sharp edge to it and I am going to attempt tomorrow to make a spear of sorts out of one of the fallen branches I saw near where the beach meets the jungle. It seemed long enough and if I can get one end shaped into a point I may be able to use it to catch fish, I had seen Logan do it back home in Montana and it look easy enough, but then my brother almost always seemed to make anything he did look easy, with which I am sure abound the waters surrounding the island. What I would give to have my fishing pole here with me now. Any food that was found in the wreckage is now scarce and we will have to start taking from the land as a means for survival.
The only ones who seemed to gather at the same fire each night are Jack, Kate, Sayid and Charlie, I think most here are starting to look at them as the leadership of the lost souls thrust upon this place...this island so many miles from anywhere.
I wonder if they, Synora, Gela and Logan have accepted what they might have been told or if they feel....sense that I am out here somewhere, lost. I think it is the latter that is true for I think I would be able to feel them if the situation was different and it was my daughter, sister or brother out here in the middle of no where.
I plan on starting to run again tomorrow morning, I have not run since I left Montana, it helps clear my head in addition to being good exercise.
End of entry
Entry 2
There is a small inlet a bit further down the beach and this morning I persuaded Claire to go there with me, it was quite early and neither of us thought anyone would be there. It provides some privacy for any who wish to bathe which is something I would highly recommend to a couple people here.
I learned a little about Claire's situation, I think she feels comfortable talking to me as we have both been in similar situations, though I was younger then she is now when I found myself pregnant with Synora.
We were wrapped in towels found among the wreckage of the plane combing out our hair when Sayid happened upon us. He barely got the words "My apologies" out before he retraced his steps, I do not think I have ever seen a man blush with embarrassment before, I do not think he expected to find anyone here. After watching him leave I turned to Claire who had burst out in giggles after watching Sayid's hasty retreat.
I found a rock today with quite a sharp edge to it and I am going to attempt tomorrow to make a spear of sorts out of one of the fallen branches I saw near where the beach meets the jungle. It seemed long enough and if I can get one end shaped into a point I may be able to use it to catch fish, I had seen Logan do it back home in Montana and it look easy enough, but then my brother almost always seemed to make anything he did look easy, with which I am sure abound the waters surrounding the island. What I would give to have my fishing pole here with me now. Any food that was found in the wreckage is now scarce and we will have to start taking from the land as a means for survival.
The only ones who seemed to gather at the same fire each night are Jack, Kate, Sayid and Charlie, I think most here are starting to look at them as the leadership of the lost souls thrust upon this place...this island so many miles from anywhere.
I wonder if they, Synora, Gela and Logan have accepted what they might have been told or if they feel....sense that I am out here somewhere, lost. I think it is the latter that is true for I think I would be able to feel them if the situation was different and it was my daughter, sister or brother out here in the middle of no where.
I plan on starting to run again tomorrow morning, I have not run since I left Montana, it helps clear my head in addition to being good exercise.
End of entry