A/N: I wrote this last week while I was camping on Vancouver Island. Hope it meets your standards!
She let the ocean and her friends slip through her fingers. She let her hands graze the sand below. Any number of fish wiggled their way through her limp fingers. Her long blonde hair floated beside her, falling down, and across her floaty. Her floppy straw hat came over her eyes, though she could still see through the small holes in it. Her milky white skin was even paler with the sunscreen she had put on proir to her visit to the sea. The water beneath her was crystal clear campared to the murky depths of the deep water.
She was almost asleep, when a boat brought in a huge wave, causing her to flip over and land in an underwater forestation of kelp. It didn't bother her that she was soaking wet, or that the seaweed was entwined around her ankles. She just pulled it off, wrung out her hat, and flopped back onto her floaty. With her hands, she pushed her way over to the ripples that appear when the tide comes in. She merely floated there, not aware of anything else but the stories she imagined in her clever little head.
She imagined mermaids swimming in the shallow water beside her, singing a beautiful song about a man and his long gone wife. The sadness that came from the imaginery song brought a single tear trickling down her cheek. She then thought of pretty tinkling faeries flittering about. They vanished as soon as the mermaids had. She imagined kelpies stealthily swimming by, there bodies changing shape at random intervals. Salt water plimpies ran acros the sand, dancing and playing with each other, and the other fish and creatures of the sea.
A second boat came by and flipped her over for the second time. This time, she went completly under water, her long hair fanning out around her. She came up gasping for air, when a third boat came and caused her to tumble back under the oceans surface. She had just come back up, when a fourth wave came and knocked her over fir the fourth time. Once she was sure no more waves were coming, she picked up her floaty, and walked back up to the cottage they were staying on in P.E.I. Mum will help me dry my things. Her mum always did. Luna's mum was good like that.
A/N: I know this is incredibly short, but I hope the content makes up for it.