Question

Write any adventurous story from your life experience.

Answer 1

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If adventurous can be a synonym of stupid and amazing, then this experience comes to mind.
One of the perks of going to school in Daytona Beach is that one can go to the beach after class, every day. My roommate and I were at an isolated strip of beach near Port Orange. We noticed that near the horizon, a few hundred yards/meters from the shore, there were a bunch of fins going back and forth. We got into a debate about whether they were sharks or dolphins. I decided to settle the debate by swimming out to the fins to get a closer look.
While my roommate paced back and forth on the beach wondering what he was going to say to my mother when pieces of me washed up on the shore, I swam out those few hundred yards/meters.
I reached them. Since I'm still alive to write this, you can guess they were dolphins. When I reached them, instead of continuing back and forth they encircled me. There were males, females, adults, and children. It was a full pod. They would let me get close, but whenever I reached out to touch one, it would go under and pop up behind me.
One of the most striking things I noticed was that they were scarred. I'd only ever seen captive dolphins that close and captive dolphins have flawless hides. These dolphins had seen battle. Whether it was with each other, sharks, or boats, I couldn't tell, but their smooth dark gray skin was marred with white streaks and lines.
Their eyes were deep and black but conscious. I could feel their gaze and I felt assessed.
I lost track of time. I was in the moment with these amazing creatures. For lack of a better word, it was a spiritual experience.
As I started to tire from treading water, my mind started working again, and I remembered a quote I'd read once. It was from a marine biologist. Someone had mentioned how it was wonderful that there were many stories of drowning people being pushed to shore and saved by dolphins. Her response was “well, you don't get to hear the stories from all of the people the dolphins push out to sea.” - her point being people are a toy to the dolphins. I decided that swimming back to shore was probably a good idea.
I had to buy my roommate a few beers at Chilis to get him to stop ranting about how irresponsible and stupid I was.
Some days later we were back at the beach and I got caught in a pretty harsh undertow. There were no dolphins to save me. Two lifeguards in a truck saw me and jumped out and started running towards me, Baywatch style. There was no way I was going to allow myself to be rescued by David Hasslehoff, so I waved them off saying I was fine. I wasn't. I was exhausted. By the time I made it to the shore, the current had carried me so far down the coast it took me over an hour and a half to walk back to where my shoes and towel were left.
Some days later we were back again and I disturbed a school of stingrays. I received several lacerations on my back. The pain from the venom was incredible. I treated it with vodka, taken orally and liberally.
Sometimes I miss that beach, but I wonder how I survived it.

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