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
a pelican
there is also a young woman selling flowers to passersby.
I am a poor young woman who was recently widowed. I sell flowers to travelers and passersby on the road outside my village. I hope to earn enough money to be able to provide for myself and my child.
Ahh certainly I must find someone to buy these flowers! Squawk! *Hey, a lady!* Hey a pelican! Caw caw! *Aw, she hasn't been to the fish market...* What are you looking for? Caw? *Unless those plants are breakfast?* I am sorry good pelican I do not believe I have any food for you. Caw. Squawk caw caw! *Hmm, nah. Those don't look tasty anyway.* Have you no fish you poor thing, we are on the coast? Caw! Squawk? *Hey! A clam?* So you like shells do you? Squawk. *Aw, it's empty.*