Jacob. Your whole life he watches you from a distance. If you’re broken, he might call you–a nudge here, an “I’m sorry” there, maybe a storm worthy of Prospero and before you know it, you’re on his Island.
Our first introduction to Jacob, where we met him as a yarn-spinning, fish-catching, smack-talking beach bum, was possibly the most revelatory moment Lost ever gave us: We learned that Jacob was a real, honest-to-goodness, flesh-and-blood person–we saw him cook and eat a fish to prove his corporeality. We learned that he brought people to the Island over and over again for a reason. And we learned that he wasn’t the only one watching our castaways.
And then, in true Lost fashion, we were immediately given more to wonder about: Why was he visiting once-and-future castaways at significant moments in their lives? Why was it important that he touch them or not? And why did he keep telling them how sorry he was for their lots in life?
Well, we got most of those questions answered by the end of the show, but a few months later I had my own encounter with the most senior of the Island’s resident bad father figures. Check out the photographic evidence after the jump.