Sawyer (sonofuvabitch) wrote in in_the_jungle,

Sawyer had lounged himself under his nice blue tarp on some nice comfortable flight seats with apple and knife in hand. Cutting small slices, he popped those into his mouth with ease as he boredly watched the ocean move in and out; that's all one could really do here for entertainment.

For a moment he started to mumble some old Sinatra, "If I don't see her each day, I miss her" he tapped the seat arm with his other hand to the beat, "Gee what a thrill, each time I kiss her" he took another bite of an apple.

Ah, life was good at the moment and no one had heckled him about his hoarded crap that he wanted to kept secret. So, he just sat there, while the others scurried about, with a smile on his face.
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