The day began with the sun's slow ascent, casting a warm, golden hue across the horizon. Waves crashed along the shore, dragging the sand along with it and leaving ripple marks behind

The scent of salty sea water was mixed with the distinctive smell of sunscreen. Hoards of people were frolicking in the waves, splashing about with no restraint.

In the lifeguard tower that stood tall amongst the multitude of multicolored beach umbrellas, sat Steve. While his beady little eyes hidden behind his orange shades conveyed little to no thoughts at all, the determination within him still burned strong.

The vigilant shark's bulging muscles tensed as he surveyed the landscape. His hand ever so slightly close to getting the whistle tied around his neck. With a heavy sigh, he idly sat on his lofty chair, raising his muscled arm to scratch behind his head.