But Jack's got more questions: who was that woman down there? "That'd be the sheriff," says Tom. Jack's all, "You have a sheriff?" and Tom says, "Not literally," and I hate to tell Tom that a sheriff is someone who keeps the peace, and doesn't necessarily have to strut down the main street of a dusty western town with a gold star and a pair of six-shooters. Never mind that, though. "Why are you moving Juliet into my room?" says Jack. "My room"? He says that like a kid who has to give up his bedroom to make way for a nursery. Anyway, Tom says, like it's self-evident, "'Cause she's in trouble, Jack." Jack doesn't ask why, probably figuring that it's got something to do with him. He's so vain. I bet he thinks this recap's about him. Don't you?
Anyway, Tom tells Jack not to do anything stupid. Yeah, and later he should shut the barn door, because the horse got out. Jack just laughs and points out that he knows there's a camera watching him. After reminiscing about the time Jack got into the surveillance room, Tom asks him how he feels about risking his neck to spring Kate and Sawyer, "and they run away and don't ever look back." Jack just thanks him for the sandwich.
Elsewhere, Kate and Sawyer are nearing Craphole Island, and Sawyer says he never thought he'd be happy to see it. Then they bicker, because Sawyer wants to head into shore now because it'll be dark soon and they don't know how far they have to go around Craphole to get to their camp, while Kate wants to keep going. It looks to me like there's plenty of daylight left to go a least a little farther, but Sawyer makes a good point. Kate, however, stares at him in open-mouthed disbelief, like Sawyer just denied the Holocaust or something. He says that they're going to go ashore and make camp, and if she wants to contribute, she can make a campfire while he carries Carl. She just glares at him, and Sawyer takes this to mean he won the argument. I guess if you get her to shut up, that pretty much constitutes a win.
Now they're ashore, with a tiny little fire flickering, and Kate sitting and sulking, refusing the food Sawyer offers. "No, James, I ain't hungry," she says, refusing to even look at him as she mocks his diction. Refusing food, that'll help things, Kate. God, grow up. A little ways away, Carl, lying on his back, says they shouldn't fight because they're lucky to be alive. I know you're not going to believe this, but Sawyer responds with sarcasm.