the time i almost died

So I'm on my break for work for another 34 minutes and this story has been on my mind all day. I am going to tell you about the time this summer that I got very close to death.
My family went on vacation to Bald Head Island, an island off of North Carolina. All the people from there and tour guides told you about this sandbar about a half mile off the coast of the island. Legend has it that a pirate ship crashed out there and there is treasure buried. Well, at low tide you are supposed to be able to walk out there. We thought it was low tide and ventured out. This was me and seven other family members (2 brothers, sister, dad, uncle and 2 cousins). It was rough out but only knee deep so we didn't worry too much about it. We got halfway out and it got deeper...and deeper...and deeper... until we could barely touch.
We got to the "sandbar" after a little struggle. Walked around on it but it was tiny, maybe 40 feet long. Nothing but shells and a washed up snorkeling mask. We quickly realized there was nothing important or really cool out there and decided to head back before it got too deep. Too late. After swimming for less than five minutes, my two brothers and two cousins were stuck. They tried to take a short way and got stuck in a current where they could not stand. After getting them out of there, we kept going but it wasn't long before none of us could touch the bottom of the ocean floor. We were still close to the sandbar and far from where we needed to be. We swam as hard as we could but go almost nowhere. At one point the coast seemed so close but after trying to get there, we got further away. My cousin around the same age as me nearly drowned so my uncle had to carry him a little of the ways. We felt stuff under our feet that would swim against us and sandbars are a well known hang out place for sharks. We all ended up swimming on our backs because it was the only thing we had any energy left to do. I was praying for God to let me live, and I'm not even exaggerating. Me, and my family, all thought we were going to drown out in the middle of the ocean.
Meanwhile, my mom, aunt, grandmom and brother's fiance were back at shore. They thought we were just having fun out there, until it took us almost an hour to get back to shore. An hour...of basically swimming backwards. They contemplated calling the police but were too unsure because it would be embarrassing if we were just swimming and having fun.
After finally reaching shore, there were many hugs exchanged except for my dad and uncle. My mom and aunt were PISSED. Obviously because we all almost died because they wanted to see if there was treasure. I have never been so close to death before and don't plan on it again.