A body of water separated two islands.
It was not a pond or lake, neither was it a river or an ocean;
...particular labels did not matter.
The only thing that mattered was the end goal.
A champion swimmer was the master at the relay, but he eventually found that his training and competing was too stifling for him.
The olympic swimming pool started to shrink in size every time he jumped in, soon necessitating something bigger.
He packed a duffle bag and headed elsewhere…
...eventually finding himself on a small island.
To swim across the channel, it required him to embrace 50° degree water with the danger of hypothermia,
Territorial sharks looking to feast,
Unassuming stingrays that will attack if threatened,
But the only thing that he considered more deadly at this point,
Was if he were to back out now.
So he jumped in head first; embracing all the things that he encountered…
...until he reached the other side.