The sun stretched its arms across the blue sky, casting its rays down onto the sand. It was a sweltering day, humid and unforgiving. In the distance a seagull glided on the air currants,swerving and descending down onto the land. It was about mid-afternoon, not a cloud insight. A gulf breeze worked its way up over the beach and settled, becoming part of the stagnate, humid air.
Passed out on the baking sand was Sarah, who had washed ashore after being tossed like a coin over her ship. A wicked storm had swallowed her Sloop and crew and laid them to rest at the bottom of the sea, sparing just her. A bird landed beside her, inspecting what could possibly be an easy meal. It waddled forward with intense beady little eyes, but quickly flew off as the pirate stirred.
With a slow turn of her head, Sarah awoke, head spinning as she struggled opening her eyes. The sun glared in her face with a harshness that was only reserved for people like her. The waves lapped at her bare feet, trying to pull her back in. Groggy she sat up. Her mind was racing and her throat was dry as the taste of salt was evident. She had swallowed an unimaginable amount of sea water from the night before. She rolled over onto her stomach and threw up what little contents she held. She felt wretched.
She took a moment to compose herself, before propping herself up on her elbows. She took a look around. Her surroundings were blank. The only thing that accompanied the white sands were patches of green grass and a small hill which blocked Sarah's further exploration of the land.
Deciding against rotting like a beached whale, Sarah wiped the corners of her mouth and stood up. She took a few shaky steps forward, before finding her footing. She headed for the hill, praying to God there was something more behind it.