Water
Author's Note: Prompt 51. I wanted to write this while everyone still remembers about Jin on the raft, okay? Enjoi!
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"Th-thank you," Jin stuttered, murmuring in his broken English. He was studying the page that Sun had given him, in the hopes of a rescue. Thank you. Easy enough to say in Korean, but this English language was psychopathic. Nothing made sense.
He growled in frustration and got up. Walt was dipping his feet in the ocean water that surrounded them on all sides. Sawyer was going through the letters that the fellow castaways had written (chuckling to himself from time to time). Michael was asleep.
Jin started complacently at the waves that lapped at the raft. He looked at the ocean, he looked at Sawyer. At the ocean, at Sawyer. Ocean, Sawyer, ocean, sawyer. Jin opened his mouth, pointed at the sea and said, "Water," clear as day, despite his lingering accent.
Sawyer looked up from the privacy he was invading to drawl, "Well I'll be. Sun'd be proud of you, man. That's water alright."
Jin, of course, had understood almost none of that. But he heard "Sun" and "water."
Oh yes, he was making progress. Sun would have been so proud of him!