Cerulean Cape Saltwater and seagulls

Her feet ached, her stomach ached, her whole damn body ached. At least the sand feels nice. Her first experience with sand wasn't pristine white, tropical beach. But it was new. Ever the optimist when it came to being stranded in difficult situations only she was responsible for, her need to complain was strong. 
The sound of water rolling up to the sand then flowing back into the great endless sea, and an occasional bird call accompanied her trek.

she found the beach after skirting several populated areas. drawn to the strange newness of sand and sea. For a moment forgetting the consistent hunger, that nagging companion since she began to wander alone. With an overly dramatic sigh she halted her walk, dropped to her side with a low grumble and spoke to the nearby rolling waves. "Good a place as any to starve to death"  far from starving, she never claimed she wasn't a drama queen. "At least there's plenty to drink."  I might even get one of those dumb birds too.