The coast seems to stretch on for miles in either direction.  The ocean itself has receded some and the tide has not yet rolled in.  The water laps half-heartedly at the sand and the glistening shades of seashells dot the wet sand.  All around the sand gleams a shade of white.
Coast, Shore
there is the lighthouse keeper on his daily walk up the boardwalk.
a pelican
I'm a pelican. I have white feathers and a beak. I love to fly above the water and look for fish to eat. I spend my time with the other pelicans.
*Bird noises* Oh hello there Mr. Pelican. It's good to see you again. *curious bird noise* I need to head to the lighthouse soon. *Happily dances around in a circle bobbing  the sea-glass around* I wish you could talk pelican. I am mighty lonely. *Head turns to one side and then the other* Maybe i can find a witch to cast a spell on you. *Gently places sea-glass in your hand*    *Does the first few steps of the happy dance from before and turns to you expectantly* Maybe I should find a real friend. I thought we were friends? You talked!!! Milanta. What a miracle. My best friend is talking.