April 10th, 2013


Pray to God, but row for shore (Charlotte, Frank, Sawyer, Daniel)

It was early in the morning. Charlotte sliced a piece of fruit from her pack and wished they had some coffee. In the distance the chopper sat, still and impassive. She wondered if they would be able to repair it. She ate a bite of fruit and glanced at the others. Her gaze lingered on Sawyer. She hoped he wouldn't give them any problems, and maybe if they were really lucky would be of assistance.
The jungle was quiet and peaceful. Charlotte wondered if this was just the calm before the storm and if things would be changing in the near future. She hoped not.