Picture him now, there he goes, swaying side to side with the waves, he's already been sick twice.
He tightly clutches the by now slightly sea spray damp, box of choc and salad cream to his chest while muttering brokenly in between sucking breaths, coughs and wheezes
"Go' 't 'gt" *cough* "'t Alice" *huff.... wheeze*
"m'st make 't" *gurgle* "'cross....'t ocean" *wheeeeze*
About 2 miles from the coast on our side, with the burning eyes of a madman and a manic grin of determination plastered across his sweat and salt streaked face, he turns to glory in how far he has already come.
His eyes pop and his mouth drops open, as he realises that the tide is coming in and is pushing him inexorably back to shore.
His body sags under the weight of his despair and exhaustion and the first few tears leak from the corners of his eyes. As he lowers his crumpled face into his hands to sob, he accidentally knocks Alice's box overboard with one of his elbows!
Horrified, he franticly splashes at the water, first with his hand, then as it gets farther away, with his leg. Trying to catch it with a toe, or to swirl the water in such a way the box would come back but... Alas! He only succeeds in pushing it farther away!
Much like Tom Hanks in castaway his futile and impotent anger overcomes him. Dramatically he throws his hands in the air and lets out a cry to rival even the Hanks.
"Aliiiiiice!!!!!"
In the distance a Lifeboat crew scrambles to launch