Post by Awesome Stick Labor on Aug 25, 2015 6:36:12 GMT
JACK GAITHER'S PERSONAL LOG
Date: August 25th, 2015
We're entering the first week of our exile, and it was my two bandmates Blade and Livia—each utilizing a keen awareness for historical irony—who decided on a name for our old and decrepit jet airliner. Much like those mutineers of 226 years ago in the South Pacific, we've all had some hard choices to make.
Unfortunately, the price we had to pay for bustin' Fiona outta the clink would be greater than anyone could ever imagine.
Date: August 25th, 2015
We're entering the first week of our exile, and it was my two bandmates Blade and Livia—each utilizing a keen awareness for historical irony—who decided on a name for our old and decrepit jet airliner. Much like those mutineers of 226 years ago in the South Pacific, we've all had some hard choices to make.
Unfortunately, the price we had to pay for bustin' Fiona outta the clink would be greater than anyone could ever imagine.
Episode I
"GROUNDED"
"GROUNDED"
McFly Family Farm
15 MILES WEST OF BELFAST, NORTHERN IRELAND
PILOT: Here's the engineer's report, Mr. Gaither—it don't look too good.
Lush grasslands and pristinely cut trees dot the landscape on the McFly Family's ancestral farm—an area that dates back to the medieval period—as Jack Gaither walks along the starboard side of the old 1959 model Boeing 707 jetliner he had chartered shortly after busting fiancee Fiona McFly out of an Oak Cliff psychiatric hospital during the wee hours of Monday morning. The red-eye flight didn't go smoothly at all, something that makes Jack sigh to himself while shaking his head—two of the engines on the airliner broke down during the final phase of the flight, forcing engineering teams to assess the situation. The exterior of the plane is in very poor condition, with the only sign of color on its metallic framing is an inscription that reads “H.M.S. BOUNTY” in white spraypaint. Jack heads toward the rear of the old bird, reading the grim details of the engineering team's status report.
JACK GAITHER: Shit...looks like we're gonna be stuck here for quite awhile.
PILOT: I'm afraid so—the parts on these old 707s are starting to be very hard to come by. It's gonna take at least a few weeks before all four engines are up and running again.
Jack pats the veteran charter pilot on the shoulder as a “thank you” gesture before heading towards his Cruiser bandmates Livia Machado and Blade Daniels, who stand next to the private airstrip's metal hangar.
LIVIA MACHADO: What did the pilot say?
BLADE DANIELS: Yeah man...like, what's the haps?
JACK: Welp...we're officially grounded—looks like we won't be goin' nowhere 'til the bird gets patched up. Hell, we need to consider ourselves lucky that we made it here in one piece despite barely makin' it on two motors.
Livia and Blade solemnly shake their heads.
JACK: Look at it this way: we all get to sit down, unzip our pants, have ourselves a cold one or two, and generally spend some quality time together—and besides, I never been to Northern Ireland before, so what happens between now and when the bird gets fixed is anyone's guess. In the here and now...consider this to be the startin' point of the Cruisers' Reunion Tour. Then again, this l'il tour ain't about me...
The drummer and saxophonist each nod their heads, grinning over Jack's optimism that, maybe, this trip won't be such a bore after all. Yet the ex-QB turns his head toward the western sky and spots Fiona standing there, gazing upon the setting sun with an aura of mixed emotions surrounding her.
JACK GAITHER'S PERSONAL LOG
Supplementary Entry
I saw Fiona just standin' there, gazin' her eyes toward the settin' sun. It was then I began to realize just how important this trip was for her. After all, she hasn't been back in her native land ever since “the day her sense of comfort died” in that Belfast pub a quarter-century ago.
Yet as we all sit on Ambassador McFly's farm, I started thinkin'...oh, what the hell was I thinkin' anyway...oh yeah, I was thinkin' about the ways in which I could help Blade and Livvie deal with the confusion of havin' to live a life on the run. It ain't gonna be easy for us all to digest the fact that we can't return to Texas 'til we accomplished somethin' big.
I just pray to God Fiona's able to find the peace of mind that was taken away from her all these years ago.
And she's gotta do that by herself—and not with me watchin' her back directly..but from the shadows...
Supplementary Entry
I saw Fiona just standin' there, gazin' her eyes toward the settin' sun. It was then I began to realize just how important this trip was for her. After all, she hasn't been back in her native land ever since “the day her sense of comfort died” in that Belfast pub a quarter-century ago.
Yet as we all sit on Ambassador McFly's farm, I started thinkin'...oh, what the hell was I thinkin' anyway...oh yeah, I was thinkin' about the ways in which I could help Blade and Livvie deal with the confusion of havin' to live a life on the run. It ain't gonna be easy for us all to digest the fact that we can't return to Texas 'til we accomplished somethin' big.
I just pray to God Fiona's able to find the peace of mind that was taken away from her all these years ago.
And she's gotta do that by herself—and not with me watchin' her back directly..but from the shadows...