Desmond’s comment made Charlie chuckle “Yeah…this is what I get for leaving her without a goodbye kiss” he yelled over the wind. He got a trip out of Dess’ leaf cover, but doubted it was windproof. Fucker was going to be on display for most of this rodeo, so Charlie smartly decided to not be behind him while they were working. The look Tony gave him slid off of him like the last of the water on his body in the wind. He’d come to terms with his situation a long time ago. He had the opportunity to be mad at the shitty mechanic who prepped his plane.<br/><br/><em>’By the numbers…I did everything by the numbers. It doesn’t matter if he knows. I know’</em>he thought as they worked their way back to the beach. The work to reinforce their huts was slow, painstaking work. Hearing Desmond howl a song through the storm put him in good spirits despite the truly screwed situation they were in. He wanted to get a cave…If they could just use stuff to make a cover for the cave mouth, it would be better than trying to roll the dice each storm that came rolling past.<br/><br/>Once they were done, he grabbed his old sports-styled water bottle and let some of Elijah’s horrible brew in it. “We got some fish, but I don’t know if this is the best time to eat!” he shouted. A cave! A cave could solve most of their issues, he was sure…he’d try to talk about it again. If they ever lived through this.<br/>