"AH!"

Desmond dove under yet another wave. It was a nice day on the island; not too hot, not too cold, slight breeze. A good day to lay out on the sand, maybe even borrow one of Sawyer's books. Charlie, however, had quite a different idea.

He had wanted to go swimming.

Desmond would have said 'no', but Charlie threatened that he would commit suicide if Desmond didn't go. So, here they were, dodging waves in an ocean rough enough to start a hurricane.

"Try jumping over the waves, Des!" Charlie called out. Desmond turned to see more white water pummeling toward him. He tried jumping, but he ended up with a blow to his stomach.

"Ack! This is insane, brutha!" Desmond yelled.

"No it's not!" Charlie yelled back. It seemed that the longer they were in the ocean, the larger and faster the waves became. Desmond felt as if he were the ocean's personal punching bag.

"Can we please go in now, brutha?"

"C'mon, mate! We haven't been out here that long!"

Desmond narrowed his eyes. Then, he had an idea.

"I'm going to tell Claire."

Charlie turned to face the Scotsman. "Tell her what?"

"That you threatened to kill yourself."

The silence in the air was only broken by the sound of crashing waves.

"You wouldn't."

"I most certainly would."

Charlie looked apprehensive. Then, he splashed sea water in Desmond's direction, blinding him.

"Ah! Charlie, c'mon, brutha, let's just go in-"

"LOOK OUT, DES!"

Desmond couldn't see the wave coming toward him; his eyes were stinging from the salt water. He turned, and felt a huge wave come crashing down on him.

"DES!"

Charlie jumped around in the water, trying to locate Desmond, but he couldn't find him. Finally, he looked up the beach and saw Desmond crawling out of the water, coughing.

"Des! Des, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to get hurt." Charlie winced as Desmond coughed. After a moment, Desmond was still.

"Des?" Charlie crouched down over his pyschic friend. "Desmond…"

"Gotcha, brutha!"

Desmond jumped up, grabbed Charlie, and ran for the ocean. He tossed the Brit into the waves, and ran up the beach, yelling, "If you need me, I'll be talking to Claire!"