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I don't think it is *that* absurd when looked at it like this:
Scientist out doing scientisty things. Crazy French woman hiding in the bush, catches you. She give you to the folks you have been studying on the beach.
You are a crafty bastard. You make up a story and stick to it. You work your group dynamics mojo on them and seriously fuck with their fragile power base, pitting one against the other.
You draw a map leading to where there are regular patrols by your people. By now they know you have been captured. They capture your captors and then trade for you.
It's a good plan. Except for the fact that Jack and Locke already know he is an "other" and are playing him.
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- Old Man Luedecke
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