My Vacation

By the beach the water lapped up against my feet, and I stared into the deep mist of the Irish Sea.  I go swimming in the cold water, and I feel it's freeze dig into me.  It feels peaceful at first, but I can feel the feel the soon to be impotent fury of nature against man gathering in the depths below.  I feel the tide begin to pull me, and for a few harrowing moments I struggle against the old tide as it seeks to pull me away.  My father is trying to figure out a way to come get me.  I have to stop struggling or I'll fade so I work to stop myself from being pulled under, and I swim into the current as a it tugs me far and wide from my vacation.  Eventually, I wash up on another shore, and it takes a day for my parents to come get me.  I will not as I live forget the fury of nature.