S. - Ship of Theseus - Pg 199

 He gulps a breath and dives, just as more bullets throw spray around him--dives, and strokes and kicks, because he has decided he will make it around that point, out of the line of fire, onto a rock or a pebbly shore, any safe place where he can pull himself out and rest and maybe weep and then figure out what in hell he's supposed to do next.