<strong>-Desmond on the island-<br/></strong>Like his usual routine, Desmond was out on the beach in the morning jogging along the coast line. To say that he missed the world in these past two years, would be totally an incorrect statement. Yeah there were some things he missed, sex, women, good alcohol (the one they made themselves on the island was pretty lame in his views). But then the peace and tranquility that came with this new life easily made up for the lack of these things. Desmond was loving this life living like a wild man. No wonder he was just dressed in underpants made of leaves sewn together.<br/>Unlike most days though, the sea today was a roaring beast and Desmond could feel a storm brewing up at the horizon.  The wind had an uneasy feeling to it and he decided to head back to the huts and prepare for the upcoming storm. He saw Tony on his way back sitting beneath the palm tree drawing. " Hey Tony...think there is a nasty storm headin our way bro..." Desmond had to yell over the sounds of the strong winds to make himself audible.<br/>