There I was sitting, waiting on the crunchy stones that bit my skin. There were shelIs for miles. I heard a dozen of seagulls squawking, the rocks grabbing my feet trying to make me fall over. I felt a chill zap up my spine like I was going to tumble down. I got up in a hurry then I lifted up a filthy rock, until "Ahhhhh!" - a crab clasped on my finger! I shook my hand back and forth, tears rolling down my cheeks. After a while I was fine so I kept on looking for those nasty creatures. I was pleased that and that I didn’t get too badly hurt.