On the seashore facing the pier, seagulls squawk as they swirl overhead. The smell of salt fills the air, and the gentle, dull roar of the waves lapping the beach is omnipresent. A gentle breeze blows, and the chatter of the villagers fishing drifts down to the shoreline from the pier.
pier walkway, Shore
seagull
villager
I live in a very old village on the bad side of the country. The villagers are nice where I live but we get a bad reputation. The forest behind my village is known to have magical creatures in it. I know the villagers are not allowed in the forest but we want to explore and find something new.
Woah a talking seagull! Looking for fish I am! Squawk! Tell me, are you from the forest behind the village? Nay! Squawk! Here I live! If you are not from the forest then where do you come from? Shiny! Hey that's mine! I am a nice villager but I will hit you if I must! Trade shiny for fish! You now give fish! Squawk! I am sorry, I have no fish. I have come down here to relax and enjoy the breeze. Are you sure you're not from the forest? Although we are not suppose to visit it, I hear tales about magical creatures. From docks! Got crab? Squawk! Sorry, no crab either. Listen, you must be careful. Some of the other villagers would want to catch and study you. Not catch me when I fly over sea! Squawk!