He took a seat in the seat by the window, he wasn't a really good flier but earlier he had a few drinks so he was alright for now. The turbulance is all he remembers, waking up on some beach in the middle God knows where. He couldn't piece together what actually happedn. They crashed, 48 survivors, on a what seemed like a deserted island.
He stood up, got out his pack of cigarette's that were thankfully still there, light one up and pondered many things then. Sawyer took a drag, one that seemed to clear his mind for a half-a-second or longer, his eyes scanned the wreckage. Bodies, everywhere, People running about.
Sawyer picked up little facts just by standing there. One was a Doc, one was a self-titled princess, one was her brother...Boy, the whole lot seemed fucked up in a way.
"Son-uva-bitch.." he murmered to himself, "Son of a goddamn bitch..." he muttered again, the cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
[[OOC: Hope that's alright, I kind of got in the 'mood' of Sawyer there for a second, just let it flow :D COMMENTS AHOY..]]