You're nervous about getting hurt—your gut tells you this is a bad idea, but it's the only way down. On the way up to the top of the sea stack, you accept that you could die horribly here and now (not that you have much to lose...), steel yourself, back up...and run right off the edge, hopping towards the deeper part of the sea. You feel almost like you're already gone as you fall—and then you hit the water, enveloped once again in the chill of the waves. You cause quite the splash, and you see thousands of little bubbles surround you, floating up to the surface around you.
You surface with the bubbles, gasping. You're still alive, and you feel...utterly fantastic. What a rush. You're not the most capable swimmer, but you're not too far out at sea to doggy paddle back to the shore. You can't help but smile.
Where next?