An unworthy poem. For my muse.
Byron once swam the Hellespont in memory of the legend of Hero and Leander. Leander would swim across the Hellespont every night to be with the priestess of Aphrodite, Hero. It does not end well for them. Byron was brave to chance those currents.
I once swam a channel from a beach to the further shore. It was hardly the Hellespont, but the current was strong- for a river emptied out there, and more than a few have drowned there over the years. On the other side was an abandoned Psychiatric Center. What does that tell you about me? XD