But why die at all if I could hold on till the sea washed the dims foot?I could swim well i might escape. Never, never,the cruel ropes that tied my wrists would prevent me from fighting with the waves. My strength was disappearing fist. I was sick and tired. Ha! It is best to die like a man, in a fight for life. I remembered that by a great effort I might climb to the top of the cliff and save myself It is true that effort would use up my remaining strength. However, I tried.