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
fisherman
I ride in boats to catch fish. I catch fish in the ocean. I usually get a boat full of fish.
Woa matey! A squawkin' n talkin' gull! Oh my goodness, you startled me!  You speak seagull? 'Spose I do, whodda thunk it? Ya seein' any good fish out yonder gull? Yes, but I usually eat them as soon as I see them.  They are mighty tasty! Ye know, if ye'd be willin' we could make a great team gully! Well, I can find fish if you want - if you put this feather in your hat I will know who to return to. Yer one smart bird! If i hires ya to be me scout you'll have all the fish ye can eat. O, uh, how much fish can yas eat? At least three!  Seagulls have very poor memory and arithmetic skills though, I must warn you.  Oh, I'd never cross me scout! Ye'll git all the fish's you can handle. Okay, what fish are we looking for?  Did I mention you smell great? Aww, this is alredy a great idea! We're gonna make a fine team indeed. We's be lookin' for any types of fish but I'll be usin' nets so we wanna find the big schools of em! Do you catch sharks as well?  They must count for what, a thousand fish or more?