Rico struggled their way out of the water, falling into the sand completely exhausted from another battle with nature. The ocean was not like a lake... or a swimming pool. Not at all, and they simply missed the upper body strength, or maybe the stamina, to get much of a crack at it. 

Getting back to their feet - completely covered in sand - they made their way - once again struggling - through the sand, looking at the beach through narrowed eyes. “Cazzo, nature gets me again!” they said, throwing up their hands as they looked around for their towel and bag that they had dropped somewhere on the beach. Either they had completely been dragged away by the current, or it had been stolen. “Mi scusi,” Rico started as they saw someone nearby, then shook their head. “Excuse me,” they translated. “Have you maybe seen a Cars towel somewhere and an ugly green totes bag?” they asked.