mfairman491
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We have a place in Atlantic Beach, NC. It is on the sound in a cove, and we have a pier with a boat lift. After a day on the water with our cousins on our 22' Palm Beach pontoon boat, we are all sitting out on the deck feasting on blue crabs caught off the end of our pier. After a while I looked out at the pier and noticed the pontoon boat isn't on the lift and the first thing that pops into my mind is "Where did I put the boat"? Looking out over the water I see our pontoon boat floating across the cove about 100 yards away and counting. I yell a few expletives and run down the pier and without thinking, dive off into the water swimming toward the boat. Luckily, the wind is not blowing too hard and I am gaining on the boat. I am swimming like I'm in the Olympics so I can get to the boat before it reaches the other side of the cove and crashes into someone's pier or boat. I notice that I'm not in very good shape and I'm getting tired. It's then that I recover my sense of mind and think to myself "this is a very stupid thing I'm doing". I keep swimming towards the boat but start thinking I'm not going to make it. I'm getting really tired but I can't stop or I won't catch the boat. I get to within about ten feet of the boat and I'm pooped...I can't go another step and I'm thinking I'm going to drown out here and I'm only ten feet away! As I turn upright to tread water, it is then I realize the water is only three feet deep... so I walk over to the boat and climb on. Luckily, I left the key in the ignition so I am able to crank it up and get back to our pier where I am met by my supporting family as they are crying because they are laughing so hard! You should always be wary of rising tides!