Finally, there was air. Real, fresh air, and Wash was dragging himself out of the water as best he could, coughing out the ocean he'd managed to swallow while down there and dragging in sharp, rasping gasps in between. Alive. He was alive, but it was still dark, still storming and...

And the ship was leaving him behind.

"No...no!" A sharp movement towards the entrance of the cave and he winced, that raking wound from the harpoon stinging sharply at his side as he sagged back against the rocks. "D-dammit..."