I could make it a few miles doing the backstroke, find a boat and call for help. From there the nice sailors will give me some food, and take me another 1200 miles toward the coast. After that, they'll toss me overboard for trying to kill their captian with a spork. After nearly dodging 3 sharks and those deadly 6 pack plastic rings, i find a nice fisherman who takes me to the coast. When i reach the coast i call a cab and get taken to paris, France. When i get there i realize, what was the point of all that?