Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: threeweeksago, i fucked up by snorkeling.

allow me to set the scene.

i was given the once-in-a-lifetime experience to go to florida seabase a while ago. if you don't know what that is, it's arguably the best high adventure boy scout camp. at philmont, you climb a mountain in 100° heat. at northern tier, you kayak for miles on end only to get out of the water, carry your kayak for a few more miles, set up camp, sleep, and repeat the process for a week. at seabase, however, there are several programs. there's snorkeling, which is self-explanatory (spend a week on a boat and get snorkel certified), scuba diving, which is the same premise as snorkeling but for scuba, and sea exploration (which i did), which is the same as snorkeling, but with larger crews, larger boats, and a day in key west.

it was the third day that i was there (the second day on the schooner), and we stopped at sand key, which is about seven miles southeast of key west. (the crew agreed unanimously that it was the best reef that we stopped at, and we revisited it on our last day.) i was one of the first people to be ready to get in, but my buddy was one of the last, so i ended up being the third-to-last person to jump into the water. i immediately noticed two things. firstly, it was abnormally cold for florida. secondly, it was abnormally salty for florida. once the crew that stayed back on the boat saw my "i'm okay" signal (which took a while), i began to swim out toward the reef. we hadn't even made it past the boat before my buddy turned back. i joined another group to form a group of three, which was my real fuck up, as they quickly forgot that i had joined their group and abandoned me while i was focusing on the massive storm rolling in.

**important detail: the reef was marked by a giant lighthouse, and there was another boat similar to the one i was on anchored on the other side.**

i entirely lost track of my buddies. by that point, the wind had picked up considerably, and the waves were now up to three feet in some places. i got hit by one of these massive waves while trying to turn back to the boat.

i noticed the water getting more and more shallow. eventually, i reached a plateau. strange, i thought. i didn't remember this. maybe i just swam around it on my way out.

eventually, my flippers began to scrape fire coral. i **definitely** did not remember this, i thought. i got to a safe area, away from the fire coral, and noticed i was right next to the lighthouse.

i had been swimming against the current to the wrong boat. the wave that had hit me earlier turned me around.

i tried to let the waves push me back to the correct boat, but i ended up off course a couple hundred feet to the port side of the boat. i swam as hard as i could. harder than i ever have. they told us to go around the stern when we jumped in, but seeing me come back in, and presumably seeing the whole ordeal, they yelled, "swim around the bow!". i shouldn't have listened.

a massive wave hit the bow of the ship, slamming the anchor chain into my gut. i grabbed the chain and regained my breath, then swam to the ladder at the starboard-stern corner of the boat. i attempted to climb the ladder, but my large-sized fins and the massive waves were working against me. the bottom half of the ladder (which folds up for storage) folded and hit me in the gut again. i took off one flipper and threw it onto the boat, then did the same with the other flipper. i then was able to climb on to the boat.

i collapsed as soon as i got on the boat. as soon as i regained my ability to crawl, i crawled to the nearby life jacket box and collapsed again. i was exhausted. i should have just come back with my original buddy. just then, we heard thunder, and the first mate blowed the air horn to signal that it was time to come back to the boat. as soon as the last person made it on the boat, lightening struck the lighthouse. we hoisted every sail (this was the only time when we used more than three sails), three out of four members of the boat's permanent crew climbed into the bow net, and we used the storm's wind to sail back to key west.

i put my shirt back on and climbed the half-staircase-half-lader down to the galley/lounge and raided one of our two five-gallon bags full of cereal for pre-packaged apple jacks. i ate them dry, not wanting to use any of our minute supply of milk. others followed suit, and soon a game of mafia was started.

 

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edit: spelling

TIFU by snorkeling.