But why die at all if I could hold on till the sea washed the dims foot?I could swim wei.Imight 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.