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Post by Ben Linus on Jul 12, 2008 22:15:32 GMT -5
The floorboards of Ben's porch creaked as he walked along them to his favorite rocking chair. The year was 1994 and island life was good. Ben had been settling in and getting more comfortable with his newly found leadership position quite well. In fact, he finally felt under control that morning for the first time since what was being referred to amongst his own people as the purge. He thought finally that he and Jacob were on solid ground, understanding each other completely, trusting each other and no one else fully. It was during all this that a boat crashed at one of the island's outer rims, near the large four toed statue. It was also during this that Ben decided to take a walk.
His footfalls were dampened by the moist jungle ground as he walked, moving soundlessly as he always did now, enjoying the natural environment and protection afforded him by the island. it really was the most beautiful place on Earth, he thought, if one could appreciate it for what it was. He was about a hundred yards from the tree line when he saw the sail, and about fifty when he saw the girl. She was young, no more than nineteen, and she looked hurt.
Ben moved quickly, wondering why Jacob had suddenly decided to throw this curve at him, wondered if Jacob never wanted him to really get too comfortable. He reached the girl and took her head in to his lap, checking for a pulse.
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