You hopped down from the dunes, your eyes never leaving the water. The sky was getting grey, and the tide was getting aggressive.

​you stopped a few feet from the water, the wind whipping your hair. And then a voice is heard from behind. "The ocean’s got a temper today," the voice said steady. "I’d much rather talk to you up here than have to pull you out of a rip current." When you turn around you see a lifeguard standing before you.