A pirate's heart is strong, they say. There are only two things that can stop its beating.

The first one is the soft, suffocating caress of the salty deep: the wet and cold grave at the sandy bottom of the ocean.

The second one is the harsh, uncaring tug of the gallows: the unyielding and strong hand of justice.

These are the thoughts of the swimmer amidst the gray waves of an endless sea, far from the shore.

Too far.

And this here is the swimmer's story.

Sort of.