North, to the Shore

Mia walked North, she had not been to the beach since she was sixteen and was not going to pass up the opportunity. The beach was beautiful, blue waves lapped at the shore and the sand was scattered with seashells. Near the edge of the beach was a lighthouse. As she got closer to the water, she took off her socks and shoes, placing them just out of the waters reach. She stepped cautiously into the ocean, digging her feet into the cold sand. Mia giggled a bit and looked out to sea. She saw something, however, that made her pause.