You've never been a great swimmer. Never. Your parents didn't even bother giving you swimming lessons, which didn't help in any way, either.

However, your friends had convinced you to come along with them to the beach, running along the sandy shores as you follow suite.

Your friends laugh and run into the water, the waves splashing against their bodies as they go deeper and deeper, over the waves to a deep, but safe, distance from the shoreline.

Without really thinking, you follow after them. Deeper and deeper you go, until the waves go up to your chest, before you realise your quite idiotic mistake.

Turning back, you realise it's all too late to even bother trying to swim back to shore — because you don't really know how.

Your pathetic attempt at a doggy paddle leads to you being dragged further out as the sea retreats its waves in the ever rhythmic movement.

Your feet no longer able to touch the seabed, like it could in the shallower end near the shoreline, you sink underwater, your attempt at raising a hand rendered useless by the waves being taller than you'd have expected during high tide.

Breath running out, you open your mouth, but bubbles come out, escaping to the surface, while you aren't. Slowly having your vision fade into darkness, sinking down like a whale which could no longer swim, you accept your fate.

... ... But your life refused. A strong grasp on your wrist and the feeling of being pulled through the depths quite fast, your face breaching the surface as you gain consciousness and gasp for air.

Infront of you, kneeling over you in the warm sand, is a lifeguard. He seems to be slightly concerned about your state but also a but irritated.

"Why the fuck would you go out into the ocean in that area? Do you not know about something called boundary currents?" He says, annoyed but a bit relieved you didn't die while under his watch.