Jack fell down, dead, an arrow in his leg.

"NO JACK NO NO!" Elizabeth screamed, running forward.

Crying, Will grabbed her and hauled her back to their makeshift U-Haul truck, tears streaming like antlers down his face.

"It's too late, Elizabeth... We have lost Jack to the terrors of the oceanic."

They huddled together like two refugees who no country particularly wanted because they were smelly and gross. They hovered like that for three days, waiting out the tide.

At long last, someone drew down a drawbridge to allow them on shore.

"Poor Jack..."

Neither knew who spoke. It was actually Marion Barry.

But Will would forever remember that day as the time he lost his virginity.

THE END