Bouncing On The Water: A Short Story

Bouncing on the water as I held close to my dad. Everyone gasped. I thought is it a shark, what is it, I don’t want to see? I felt like it was a recurrence of jaws. “Dolphins” someone screamed. I looked out onto the ocean the second they weren’t there. I was relevied The sky was stormy, the water cold. “I don’t think this was a good day to go Shell Island”, I told my dad in panic. “It’s fine” he stated as he tried to calm me down.

We reached the docking, bringing a variety of items down. Shell bags, beach umbrellas, food, towels, water shoes, etc. Stepping down sand immediately filled my shoes. It was gushy, and grainy. There weren’t as many seashells as we thought they was going to be, but hopefully that would change. We walked down about a

mile to get to where we settled.
The swells were enormous, the undercurrent strong. I didn’t want to get whisked away by the sea. My cousin Jaxon had come bearing a shovel. He got to work on digging a hole. I was helping setting up the equipment, and watching my brother. Luther didn’t want anything to do with the ocean. Stay away and play in the sand was his game. My aunt went off to find shells. I tried to go into the ocean, but it was freezing, and the undercurrent was super strong. I didn’t stay in for too long.
I later went and helped my cousin dig his hole even bigger for a while. Though when I was trying to get out I put more sand into the hole. I don’t think I really helped him much. The hole was about three or four feet deep. The bottom was soggy and gross, we dug the hole deep enough for water to come in. It was kinda like a hot tube except no water, just sand.
I eventually got bored of that and headed down to the ocean to wash off. I then grabbed my shell bag. My aunt and grandpa were waiting for me. I ran and started my hunt. My shoes were gross I wanted to take them off but what if i stepped on a shell. Oh well, I thought as I took them off.
I spent a lot of time trying to find shells. I found a lot, but they were all small and broken. My uncle was somehow out in the ocean finding huge seashells. I would’ve never been able to stay under that deep, with the huge waves.
My thoughts drifted off and I became hungry too quick. I grabbed a turkey sandwich and sat out in the sand on my towel. The seagulls gathered around me. I kept having to move around. I had to be careful not to wake my brother sleeping under our umbrella either. They were eyeing my sandwich. I gobbled it down quickly. Once I finished I tucked away the wrapper in our cooler. Hopefully the seagulls wouldn’t find it.
I went off to find more seashells.

I didn’t get to go it for very long until we had to leave. It was raining, and going to get worse. We needed to leave before lighting started to strike. The next shuttle was at twelve thirty. We had twenty minutes. We packed up as quick as possible. We were running up to the dock trying not to wake my brother.

We didn’t make it. Now we were waiting another thirty minutes. My aunt, uncle, cousin, grandpa, and granny were all coming up to us swiftly. We all now had to wait in the cold wet rain. Eventually we made it onto the boat. I again sat next to my dad. Carly and Luther sat in the seat ahead of us and the rest of my family was scattered throughout the boat.

The ride back was bumpy. I was more frightened than ever. My swimsuit was becoming more and more uncomfortable as the time passed by. I wasn’t able to wear my shoes either. It was as though everything needed to go wrong. I was ready to get back to our hotel. Finally we reached the dock.

I would never forget the roaring waves of the ocean or the seagulls trying to eat our sandwiches. Or how I had hoped the weather would clear up. If I ever got the chance to go back to Florida, I would definitely like to experience Shell Island

again.