[ Pain settled like a drifting current and it kept yanking him under wave after wave to nearly drown in the grief surrounding him. The ones he considered family were gone, settling into unmarked graves to davey jones' locker. How could he survive when they hadn't? Shivering from the chill and also from the loss, Steve buried his face in his sandy hands. Slowly, he sank to his knees along the shore, the waves lapping at him but he barely felt it. What would he tell their families? Well, first off, how would he make it off the island to tell anyone anything? He didn't even know his current location and it would take some time for others to send a rescue ship to look for them.

What if they never did? What if no one ever came out?

The sound of a voice startled him because he forgot about the one who saved him fro a moment. Shifting to look at her, he gave a jerk nod of his head. But a single thought occurred to him. ]

Why me? Out of everyone you could save - why did you pick me? [ There were plenty of stronger men on board, far better men in Steve's eyes. Ones who deserved life and breathing much more than he did. ] But I mean - thank you. That was - a big risk you took.

[ He looked down with a frown. ] How long have you been stuck here? Did your boat crash?