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.
there is the lighthouse keeper on his daily walk up the boardwalk.
I make sure the lighthouse works. I work long hours. I do not like ships coming into shore.
Why yes, they would help make my lighthouse smell and look all the more lovely.  What kinds do you have, and how much? Right now I have tulips for 5 copper pieces each and lavender for 2 copper each. Well lass, here are two silver pieces.  I shall take three of each, and you may keep the change as a tip - we need more people bringing beauty into this world. Why thank you, this kindness does not go unappreciated. This will do me and my daughter a lot of good. You have a daughter?  How lovely!  Does she go to the local school?  My grandchildren are students there. Unfortunately we cannot afford schooling. Ever since my husband passed away, it has been all I can do to keep us fed and sheltered. I am so sorry to hear that.  I tell you what - if you would bring flowers to the lighthouse once a week, and do a bit of cleaning while you're there, I'll pay you three silvers for your trouble. Oh my, that sounds fantastic! Are you sure that wouldn't be too much trouble for you? Not at all.  The King pays me well enough, as long as no ships hit the shore.  And ever since my wife died, my children have said I don't keep things as tidy as they would like. Well I cannot thank you enough for your generosity. I'm sure my daughter will be thrilled at the chance to make some new friends.