And my swimming trunks were the first thing it tasted.
The current was stronger than I’d anticipated. One second I was floating peacefully in the Aegean, the next I was being dragged toward a submerged vent on the seafloor of this tiny, forgotten Greek cove. It wasn't a whirlpool, exactly—more like a giant, thirsty mouth of rock, sipping the entire bay down into some subterranean river. My Swimming Trunks Have Been Sucked Off
She tilted her head. “Why are you squatting?” And my swimming trunks were the first thing it tasted