The torch thing has bothered me from early on. You can't just light a handy stick and have that kind of light. Also, the Others have hung onto matches or lighters for this long?
And if they didn't use matches or lighters, or possibly their brains, anything they would have had already lit in order to light the torches would have given away their positions as easily as the torches themselves. Little lights are visible from very far away in the dark.
SNERK! at Debet's flying session.
The only other alternatives I can think of to carrying fire would be carrying coals in metal boxes or being the world champion synchronized flint-and-steel spark team.
Okay, those jungle whispers are seriously freaking my shit out, and call into question every single theory I have about what's going on.
Speaking of flying, the plane in the jungle was a Model 18 Twin Beech ( [link] ), which were manufactured from before WWII until 1969. It's range is 850 miles.
Actually if i remember correctly, you can keep a properly made torch damped with a cover. It has a limited life, but I recall it from Boy scouts.
Basically all it does through the cover is smoke and smolder. When the cover is removed, the large amount of combustable gasses built up under the cover suddenly getting oxygen would make it flare to life.
the trick, I imagine, would be to keep enough air going in that it keeps going, without drying out the cover.
I may have to do some research. Hmmm.
ETA: I vaguely recall that you could keep the torch end "hot" under a tin can, and then lift off the can and blow or squirt a bit of fuel on it, but I doubt they have that many squirt bottles of lighter fluid, either.
Of course, they could have some high-proof alcohol they've distilled and take a swig, the spit it on a hot torch, too. (heh) Extra flamey for the slow spitter.
The Others could have access to a third Dharma station with a shitload of supplies.
I'm still trying to assimilate the jungle whispers. They're messing with me in ways the smokemonster didn't (even once the inner images were made clear to me).
Also, Jon, where did you get your tag?
That's an awesome tag, Jon B.
The torch thing made no sense, but still it made more sense than the Ecstacy-smuggled-in-body-paint plot of CSI: NY a few minutes later.
I hope Jack goes further down the path of unstable, because he needs something more to do than be kind of a dick.
Kate really needs to kiss Sawyer soon.
That is all.