It was a fishing trip and you still wanted to fish damnit. You roll your trousers up and head into the shallow water. Despite it being a bit selfish to go fishing whilst your friends may be in trouble... dying, dead or otherwise, you convince yourself that the smell of a fish cooking over a fire would attract them.

The water stayed quite shallow not coming up past your knees after about fifty meters. There are only small fish here however, perhaps you could find something worth your effort in catching like a crab if you looked harder, but you might have to either give up or head into deeper water.

The sea looked calm enough, you don't think it would drag you out, but you feel somewhat nervy about swimming out there, possibly cause you just nearly died out at sea... maybe something else.