Drag artist

Our distress calls fell on deaf ears. Our only chance of survival was to get across the fierce current before we reached the rocks or the sea. Neither seemed fun options!

There was another beach before reaching the sea. If only we could get there, but our strength was flagging. Hero Greg drew on adrenalin-fuelled energy for one final, frantic paddlefest. I mobilised my own adrenalin. Off came my trousers, off came shoes and off the Dory I leapt, rope in hand, hit the sandy bottom and somehow dragged us all to safety.

No orphans after all! We'd survived!