Naomi: My company was hired by a woman named Penelope Widmore. I don't know why, I never met her. She gave us a set of coordinates. We've been conducting a differential GPS grid-search ever since.
Sayid: You knew about the island?
Naomi: Island? We were given coordinates in the middle of the bloody ocean. We thought it was a fool's errand... 'til three days ago. I was flying back for the ship when all of the sudden the clouds cleared and I saw land. The instruments started spinning, I realized I was going down, so I grabbed my chute and I bailed.