Just a small exercise to get the creative juices going. The scene won't be in my NaNoverl this year.
Karen felt every muscle in her burn as she swam through the rough seas. Between the swells, she saw her destination, the outline of what she hoped was an island, silhoutted by the setting moon. Even as she drew closer, she felt her resolve erode as fatigue set in, making her arms and legs leaden with every stroke and kick. A wave submerged her. Karen fought her way to the surface, coughing out the seawater she swallowed.