John looks at Caitlin and nods, his throat sore from all the salt water he ingested. He takes the bottle from her and takes a few sips and then saves the rest, knowing it'll be important for survival later. John sees another survivor under some trees and points to hims saying, "Looks like someone else made it." He clambers out of the boat and walks towards him to make sure he's still breathing. He was. Seemed well enough except for some blood.