Rooms

  There are so many shells scattered on the shore that it is near

impossible to step without crushing one.  Small crabs scuttle out of your

way.  They burrow under the sand or float out to sea.  Behind you, your foot

prints are already being washed away by ocean.  The shore is thinner here

and the water laps very close to where you walk.  The shore submits quietly

to the sea's crashing waves, creating barely any sound.  

  The water creeps closer to you feet here and the shoreline is mostly

covered by water.  The waves hungrily devour your foot prints as quickly as

you make them.  Shells and sandollars are crushed under your feet and tiny

crabs crawl out of your path.  You can't hear the sound of the seagulls

here, but you can see them distantly to the east and west.  The shore slopes

up to the west, where it eventually ends and gives way to cliffs.  

  The waves crash violently against the bottom of the cliff below you and

seagulls fly as close to the breaking waves as they safely can.  They hunt

amoung the rocks below, looking for food and fighting loudly over the best

morsels.  Some grass and other scrawny plants are trying to grow in the

sandy dirt around you, but are not having much luck.  The smell of the sea

is not as oppressive here, making it much easier to breathe.  Occasionally,

a seagull will fly up above your head, followed by several others who are

trying to steal the first gull's catch.  They fight until one of them drops

or eats the morsel of food.  When it is gone they dive back down to the

crashing waves.