Sayiiid's saaaaailing awaaaaayyyy...Set an open course, for the Oooothers' camp.... This Hawaiian tourism brochure is marred only by Sun tossing her cookies over the port bow or over the mainsail or boom jigger or whatever. Jin strolls up to remind her that he told her not to come. She smiles and tells him it isn't seasickness. He smiles and says he knows, and they bask in the proud parental glow of Sun's chunder. Believe me, you two: you'll get tired of the vomiting very soon. Anyway, there's something Jin wants Sun to see. She goes astern (if I'm getting the nautical terms wrongs, don't email, because I don't care) where Sayid's looking ashore with binoculars at some giant concrete-looking thing on a rocky promontory. She has a look, sees that it's a massive statue of half a leg, cut off somewhere under the knee. Oh, and there's something else, as Sayid makes sure to notice, because I didn't look the first time: the foot only has four toes. But Sayid's not sure if that's the most disquieting thing, or if it's the fact that the rest of the statue is missing. C'mon, Sayid. Toppled statues don't make you smile?

Eko's in the computer room, doing his button duty and carving more, presumably misspelled, things into his Bible Thumper. Suddenly there's the sound of power shorting out, and the room goes black. Momentarily, emergency lights come on, bathing the room in yellow. Eko looks around in alarm. The timer's at 101 minutes when he gets up to investigate. He strolls down the hall, and finds that the circuit box has been tampered with. He seems to be processing this when the countdown begins, the same one that came on just before the blast doors came down the last time. And when the gears start grinding again, he sprints towards the rapidly lowering doors. He reaches and tries to slide his Jesus stick underneath -- because a wooden staff might stop thick steel blast doors -- and Locke snatches it up inside the computer room, where he's with Desmond, who's fiddling with wires in some other control box. Desmond asks if he's sure about this, and Locke says he's more sure than he's ever been about anything in his life. Eko, meanwhile, is hammering on the doors and demanding to be let in. "All right then, box man. We wait," says Desmond.

Flashback to Desmond being tossed and turned aboard the Elizabeth on the high seas. Yeah, this is much better than being with the woman you love, I suppose. He lashes the wheel to the railing and fights the wind and the waves and the listing ship to head below deck. The first thing he grabs, naturally, is that defining object, the Dickens book. I thought for a second he might kick back and put his feet up. Instead, he wraps it in plastic and duct tape and stuffs it in his jacket. He grabs some other orange thing that is probably important for his ocean survival, but not nearly as important, storytelling-wise, as a trite plot device. Back on deck, he gets knocked out.