Just then Charlotte calls everyone over to the jetsam she's found on the beach -- a fresh wreckage of some sort. Locke kicks over a large metal canister which reads BESIXDOUZE (with some sort of diacritical mark over the first E), and asks, "Does anybody speak French?" Well, Snicker Bitch did, but she's been sort of scarce, lately.
Meanwhile, out at sea, there's an octagonal rescue raft full of Frenchies! It's still pouring out there, or maybe this isn't a meanwhile, but a flashback, and does it actually matter? They're all yelling at one another in French, but the Lost producers didn't see fit to give us subtitles, and all my pidgin belongs to Español. The French woman spies some flotsam a ways off and yells about it. In French. Then the guys all yell some more in French, and one of them shines a flashlight on the flotsam. It's a MAN! A man floating on a something. Board. Door. Who can see in all that rain? The Frenchies row over to him and lift him into their raft. They flip him over and it's... JIN! Hooray. I knew if I just clapped my hands and said that I believed in fairies, my dream would someday come true. Goodness, even in the dark, in the middle of a storm, the man's facial bone structure just cries out, "Cut glass on this, bitch." And all the other men's faces slink away, which leaves a mess, but who cares about faceless-man messes when JIN's alive. Okay, he could be dead. But he's here, or there, so why would they bring him back just to be a corpse? I'm going with alive, and that's all there is to it.