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| Lost Moment #9 - Charlie and Hurley |
Author:
cylune ::
Posted:
Sat Jan 13, 2007 2:11 am
http://spoilerslost.blogspot.com/2007/01/lost-moment-9.html
The "Snap out of it" quote is probably because Desmond predicted Charlie's death. Please don't kill Charlie. (It's always a nice thing to ask politely)
I don't want Charlie to die!
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| Shipwreck - AlcoholicPixie |
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Fri Jan 12, 2007 2:50 pm
OK people, this is the first fanfic I've written in a while so bear with me.
Shipwreck
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
It began as the perfect voyage; sun blazing in the midst of a bright blue sky, a healthy wind in the sails, the bow slicing through clear turquoise water like a knife through a cake. But within hours, clouds began to gather - a few fluffy ones to begin with, then a think, solid mass of grey and black. After looming ominously overhead for at least two hours, the storm released its wrath, and my little vessel was caught up in an all-out war between the winds and the waters. The small boat rocked to and fro, and my idea to take shelter inside the tiny cabin turned out to have painful consequences; as the two forces of air and water worked both in unison and against each other at the same time, I ricocheted around from wall to cabinet to floor and back again.
Suddenly, a deafening crack split the roar of the thunder in two, and half of the boat was ripped away by the raging tide. I managed to clutch onto the outside of the cabin wall, and as the wind whipped loose strands of hair around my face I watched with horror as the deck began to crumble. One single, inevitable truth became clear to me as I pointlessly dragged myself into the cabin; I had only two options left now. Either hand myself over to the mercy of the sea and go out without a fight, or make a bid for land, and safety. I made my choice and, closing my terrified eyes as I took a deep breath, I jumped.
Water that couldn't have been more than one or two degrees above freezing point hurled itself up my nose and coiled itself around me like a giant serpent, clogging up my head with temporary insanity and soaking my already-wet skin. I glanced back at my beloved vessel just in time to see one last wave tear it apart, and as the water subsided slightly, I shook salty water from my stinging eyes. Then, realisation dawned; a sudden lull in the storm could only mean one thing - something big was about to come crashing down on me like more than a ton of bricks.
I swung around, and a split-second before I was devoured, charging towards me at breakneck speed were a thousand white horses. Their hooves crushed the air from my lungs and held me in the vice-like grip of death as ebony dragons breathed icy fire and jagged, frozen lightning. As I managed to kick upwards and gulp down some watery air, I had only a moment to try and get my bearings before those hooves plunged me under once more.
I surfaced, beginning to lose all hope of surviving and escaping a watery prison, but for one split-second lightning lit up the horizon like a multiple-flash camera, and I caught a glimpse of land. Looking harder, I thought I could see the tops of palm trees. Was I hallucinating? I didn't care whether I was or not, I just knew that somewhere inside me lay the strength to carry on. Fiercely, I fought against the invisible chains that held me, and swam faster than I ever had before, fuelled only by willpower and adrenaline.
Every so often I would catch glimpses of land, but then the waves would surge so high it would be blocked from sight yet again. It was almost as if the water had a mind of its own - a sadistic mind that enjoyed torturing me.
Gradually, the winds grew quieter and the waves began to calm. I was able to tread water for a few moments, and as the first few fingers of sunlight crept over the horizon it hit me just how long I'd been in the water. I looked round at what I could now see was an island, and a wave of relief shook my body out of the tired stupor it had begun to sink into. There wasn't a great distance left to go now, and I pushed my screaming muscles into an almost-comfortable forward-stroke.
Reaching rocks - rather than the white, sandy beach I'd hoped for - my nostrils filled with the pungent odour of rotting seaweed. Grabbing hold of a rock up above me, I hoisted myself out of the water and collapsed on a convenient ledge, thanking whatever higher power there was that I'd survived the night. I rolled onto my back, and I was asleep before I'd even had the time to wonder exactly where I was.
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I slowly regained consciousness with a warm breeze ruffling my now-dry hair and clothes. When I found the strength to open my eyes, I found myself squinting up into a perfectly clear blue abyss, though clouds were beginning to form on the horizon. After what felt like forever, I managed to stand up. Pain instantly shot through me, and for the first time I realised that I had been injured pretty badly during the night - a long strip of dried blood on my left forearm betrayed the presence of a deep - but clean - gash, and I found it difficult to put any weight on my swollen right ankle, which I seemed to have twisted somehow.
As the sky turned grey, I climbed further up onto the rocks to try and gauge exactly where I was. All I could see was ocean and trees, apart from a small strip of sand that disappeared behind brush off to my right. I decided to follow the shoreline - I reasoned that if I didn't find people and shelter, I may at least find food and water.
I reached the sand, and saw that it stretched on for what looked like miles, and I'd just caught a glimpse of what I thought was a person when the sky turned violet and my ears were penetrated by an unbelievably painful sound that was absolutely indescribable. It was all I could do to stop myself from falling over and writhing around on the soft sand of the beach, and I buried my fingers in my ears, willing it to stop.
After what seemed like an age, it was over. I fell to my knees, shaking, panting, sobbing as I finally began to comprehend what had happened to me. Would anyone come looking for me? Would anyone even know where to look? I hadn't told anyone where I was going, I had just taken my boat - a gift from my uncle - and set sail. Would I ever get to see my parents again? Or Penny? Not that I'd seen much of my cousin in recent times; she'd become so heavily involved in the search for Desmond that she'd had little time for anything else.
I sat in that same spot for nearly half an hour before the pangs of hunger overcame those of sadness and shock, and I staggered off down the beach, hoping that the shouts I could hear were those of friendly people, and not pygmy cannibals - I mean, who was to know where the hell I was?
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A/N: OK, so that was the first instalment of Shipwreck, my latest fanfic. Chapter two will be coming as soon as I've seen the first few episodes of season three (you can probably tell that the main character gets shipwrecked just as Desmond is turning the Key of Doom in the Hatch). And yes, the main character is related to Penny and Papa Widmore (can't remember his name right now), and it was he who gave her the boat. Till next time!
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