The sky clears. The waves are still big. The fish are back.
And then come the sharks, cutting through the water. Chuck
can't get up to get his spear, he just has to watch as blood
darkens the water.

And then the sharks are gone.

Chuck comes to his knees slowly, then a big wave hits.
Wilson is swept into the ocean!

For a moment Chuck is uncomprehending. He watches as Wilson
slowly floats away.

CHUCK
Please, no sharks.

Then he dives in to the water! Swims frantically after
Wilson.

Wilson floats away from him. He swims, but he's so weak.
Finally he gets to Wilson. He reaches out, but only pushes
the ball farther away.

It bobs on the waves. Chuck treads water, exhausted.

Where is the raft?

CHUCK
Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.

Then he turns back the other way. The raft has drifted by
him. He can go after Wilson, or he can go after the raft.

CHUCK
♥♥♥♥! Wilson!

He swims toward the raft, barely moving. No matter how hard
he swims, the raft seems to recede from him.

Finally he reaches it, hangs on the side, breathing hard,
choking, crying.

He struggles to pull himself on board.

But he is weak, so weak. He can't do it.

Summoning some primitive reserve of strength, he tries again.
This time he slides on.

He lies on the raft, panting.

Then with all his strength he pulls himself to his feet,
holds on to the mast, scans the ocean for Wilson.

CHUCK
Wilson!

Nothing but waves.

This is too much. Chuck starts to cry.