Swept off my feet.

I could feel my fear rushing through my veins as my life flashed before my eyes. My very last moment before I crash into a crucial and fatal wave. I flailed my arms about attempting to grab the rusty, old rails on my beloved board. I struggled to grasp onto them. I could taste the bitter saltiness of the water that proceeded to glide it's way into my mouth and down my throat. I remember hearing squawking seagulls in the distance. I pushed down violently, with all my strength, not giving up. I raised my left knee, ready to go. I jerked out of my delirious daydream and fell dramatically into the pear-shaped pool. Blinded by blue, I surfaced, gasping for my breath. I faintly heard laughter all around me, encircling me like sharks. That's when realisation hit...I failed my duck dive.