The rip currents in the OBX are legendary. That guy impresses the heck out of me.
I rescued a woman from a rip tide there two summers ago. She was a non-swimmer (!) from Kentucky and she and her boyfriend were enjoying the water up to their waists-- and then suddenly, she was pulled out and couldn't get back in. This was a beach without lifeguards and only one other group on the foreseeable horizon. I was reading, not really looking and then I heard and saw her boyfriend waving and yelling. At first, I thought he was in trouble, but then he pointed to her, out in the ocean. Thank God my Red Cross lifeguard training from 35+ years ago kicked in and I was able to get her. (And, if you do the math, you can tell that I am not young.) My partner tried to call 911, but could only connect to the mainland and not our island-- scary stuff. When I finally got the woman in, she and her boyfriend just kept thanking me over and over again. I told her that all I really wanted was for her to promise me that, when she got home to Kentucky, she find a Y and take swimming lessons.
Every year, for the two weeks that I go down there, there is at least one drowning. That's an awful memory to have from what should be a wonderful family vacation.
The moral of the story:
PLEASE, take swimming lessons. Know how to swim. Then, know how to get out of a rip tide (swim parallel to it until you can feel it's gone, rather than try to fight your way back in-- a fight you will lose). The power of nature is really awesome.