I swam today.
It was not an ordinary day in the life of Jack Harkness.
If I even deserve that name anymore.
The water was up to my neck, and I could feel the eyes of wanderers on me.
They thought, 'isn't he going to swim out all the way?' or
'he's been standing there forever, someone bring him back to the shore!'
Or even, 'if he's going to kill himself, the bloke's got it all wrong.'
If only they knew how right they were.