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 also a young woman selling flowers to passersby.
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.
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.* No such luck to find any food huh?