MILO
This isn’t entirely what Milo expects on the voyage. He expects to be back on the crows nest, tanning and sunburning until he manages to get home somehow in one piece. For now, though, the detour is still one of excitement and he waits a moment while Melita picks the rowing, quietly thankful he doesn’t have to do it.
He flashes the red haired girl a smile of thanks, almost, before he’s reaching over to grab a bunch of shovels and some other supplies, making his way to the row boat to toss them in along with his pack of supplies and himself, once he’s made it down the ladder of course. He thinks he’s grabbed enough of what they need and he reorganizes the shovels once he’s reached the inside, taking a seat near the back so that Locke and Jack would be able to board the row boat.
Milo picks shovels!
He flashes the red haired girl a smile of thanks, almost, before he’s reaching over to grab a bunch of shovels and some other supplies, making his way to the row boat to toss them in along with his pack of supplies and himself, once he’s made it down the ladder of course. He thinks he’s grabbed enough of what they need and he reorganizes the shovels once he’s reached the inside, taking a seat near the back so that Locke and Jack would be able to board the row boat.
Milo picks shovels!
as long as we don't die,
this is gonna be one hell of a story
this is gonna be one hell of a story
