Stavanger Bay Off the cliff she tumbled

She had slipped. Just a small stumble. Only problem was, her unfortunate slip had taken place on the cliff she had been has been in the process of exploring. Then had been the fall. Horrible, gut wrenching.  She would have loved to say that she had looked Death in the eye and laughed, but, quite frankly, she had screamed quite a few curses on the way down. Finally, the impact.  Slamming against the water as if it were stone, then plunging beneath the waves as bubbles exploded around her. Breath taken away, she could do nothing but kick, frantic ly,  until she broke the surface once more and gasped for breath.

The struggle against the ocean had been hard. One tiny coyote against the swell of the magnificent creature that was the ocean. Posidion, we're the myths to be believed. Certainly, it seemed that Posidion had a grudge against her.

Fast forward to now, thrown limp against the surf, sodden and drenched. Her lungs burned, she coughed up mouthful after mouthful of water, and felt thoroughly salted. The disgusting salt was every where,  her side burned from gashes surely sustained in her fall, limbs felt rubbery and useless. But the coyote held onto conscience, barely, catching in the corner of her eye the mighty trees further up the surf, unable and unwilling to pull herself away from the waves that crashed against her side, focusing instead on expelling the water from her lungs.
Slipping this over a little and tagging @Doe!