Jason's point of view, in the waves before the fishermen find him. Word: Enough.
He felt the icy fingers of the ocean grasp at his limbs, pull and tug him randomly across the surface. His back ached, a fiery counterpoint to the chill of the water. He could not focus, could not remember anything beyond this great vast expanse of sea.
He closed his eyes, wished the water would absorb him. He had had enough.
Enough.