Jin wasn't sure how much longer he could do this. Fighting the current, fighting to keep his and Sawyer's heads above water, desperately searching for some sign of land. Just land, anywhere, anything but the eerie, pitch black ocean water.
He'd failed Sun. The raft was destroyed, Michael was nowhere to be found, Walt was taken. And Sawyer was barely holding on to consciousness. He wouldn't let himself fail Sawyer too. He wouldn't.
...Was that a camp fire in the distance? They couldn't possibly have found them...could they?
No, it wasn't the beach that the place crash survivors had camped on. It was different, a smaller stretch of beach fortressed by rocky cliffs on either side. But if he looked closely--and listened very carefully--he see people gathered around a large fire.
It could have been the ones that took Walt. But Jin knew he didn't have the strength to swim anymore. So it would have to do.
Deliberately he changed his course, adjusting his hold on Sawyer so that he was pulling him towards the distance glow. "I see something," he explained, even though he knew Sawyer couldn't understand him.
Sawyer, however, even in his half-coherent state, could see the same thing and appeared to get the idea of what Jin was saying. "Don't need...a translator...fer that, Bruce." he gasped. "I know 'land ho' when I...hear it." Damn it, his shoulder burned...and his head felt funny...
"Land...ho?" Jin parroted back brokenly through harsh breathing. He could hear the voices even more clearly now...predominantly high and female. The ones on the boat, that had taken Walt, had all been male...not that that meant anything.
Sawyer frowned, voices touching his ears. "Either I'm hearin' what Saint Peter's got in store...or we're even less alone on this hellhole island than we thought, Bruce." he grunted. Those were voices...and female...and Sawyer was willing to bet that, based on the life HE'D led, they weren't angels.
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