Sand that is white as snow. the water is as clear as a crystal. down the shore is some cliffs
The beach, Shore
person
crab
I am a crab. I love sitting in the sand by the sea. I hope I won't get eaten by anyone today.
*the crab uses his claws to disagree* Feisty little sucker, are you. Pretty soon you'll be wrestling in butter.  *The crab leaps out of the basket, hitting the sand below, and skitters under the towel.* Fine, be that way. Why don't you just hide in this basket here. I'll never find you. *using his meaty claws, the crab peaks out from under the basket.* Crabs are so dumb. All claws, no brains. *the crab charges toward the person, ramming them in the boot.* You are more trouble than you are worth. I'm going for a swim. You better not be here when I get back. *The crab observes the human as he walks toward the water, and sits atop the towel he was not long ago hiding beneath* That water is too cold! Where's my warm towel. I need to dry off. *as if speechless, the crab is shocked that this human would return to his domain.* Why are you still here. You cantankerous crustacean! Take your beady little eyes back to the ocean.