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God knows if this isn't some sort of karmatic torture being stuck on a creepy ass island with Boone. This was only happen to us. I mean only us. The ons who have it coming - or, well, mostly it's him who has it coming.
You know, I've been trying to maintain my hope of a rescue boat or a rescue plane (or anything that'll get us off this damn island) - and I've done really well to keep on believing, even when I heared that transmission. Even when I heard in a thick French accent that the people who were here before us died horribly by some mystery beast that's probably going to kill us all off too. Sixteen years, and I'd get hungry too. See, that's endurance of hope. That's faith - you know, until now.
If you really think I can maintain hope beyond hearing a message that has been playing on loop for sixteen years, by people who were probably never rescued, and something that pretty much says that we're impending death; you've got to be kidding me. There's no one in the world that optimistic.
So, right now, besides being eaten alive by bugs by this stupid campfire, we're trapped on a stupid rock and my only solution that I can possibly find is to blame my stepbrother for booking us on this particular flight. If things had gone as planned neither of us would be here right now. Things would be better, if even for moments.
The last thing we're supposed to do is cause panic. That's what Sayid said. That's what Kate said. I know at least Kate's one to trust. It's not like she really went around holding guns and shooting at something that shouldn't exactly be on this island. Yeah, other than the fact that a polar bear was here, tell me something that's truly useful out of all of this. I'm pretty much ready to panic over the bear let alone the transmission.
Making me translate that damn thing was scary enough. I still could have been wrong about some things considering my reasons for learning French was more focused romantically rather than translating messages just in case we all got stranded on a deserted mystery island. But the one thing I know for sure was that the French woman said that people died here, that something killed them and that she was alone. She was probably dead now though, so plus on not being so alone.
Boone can't say I was being entirely useless. At least, I can admit I was scared half to death when our plane hit turbulance and we hit the sand.
You know, I've been trying to maintain my hope of a rescue boat or a rescue plane (or anything that'll get us off this damn island) - and I've done really well to keep on believing, even when I heared that transmission. Even when I heard in a thick French accent that the people who were here before us died horribly by some mystery beast that's probably going to kill us all off too. Sixteen years, and I'd get hungry too. See, that's endurance of hope. That's faith - you know, until now.
If you really think I can maintain hope beyond hearing a message that has been playing on loop for sixteen years, by people who were probably never rescued, and something that pretty much says that we're impending death; you've got to be kidding me. There's no one in the world that optimistic.
So, right now, besides being eaten alive by bugs by this stupid campfire, we're trapped on a stupid rock and my only solution that I can possibly find is to blame my stepbrother for booking us on this particular flight. If things had gone as planned neither of us would be here right now. Things would be better, if even for moments.
The last thing we're supposed to do is cause panic. That's what Sayid said. That's what Kate said. I know at least Kate's one to trust. It's not like she really went around holding guns and shooting at something that shouldn't exactly be on this island. Yeah, other than the fact that a polar bear was here, tell me something that's truly useful out of all of this. I'm pretty much ready to panic over the bear let alone the transmission.
Making me translate that damn thing was scary enough. I still could have been wrong about some things considering my reasons for learning French was more focused romantically rather than translating messages just in case we all got stranded on a deserted mystery island. But the one thing I know for sure was that the French woman said that people died here, that something killed them and that she was alone. She was probably dead now though, so plus on not being so alone.
Boone can't say I was being entirely useless. At least, I can admit I was scared half to death when our plane hit turbulance and we hit the sand.