Sharkswater Beach

the beach darlings, the beach. what better place to be on a sunny afternoon when the weather’s warm and the water’s fine. there are few sharks the visit the beach about here… well, few fishy sharks that visit the beach… there are other sorts who prowl for unexpecting victims, but, really what would one expect with all this flesh in such small pieces of clothing all laid out just so? there is usually always someone [or, as it is, a good few ’someones’] on the beach, and more often then not it’s plenty full. there’s a boardwalk on the edge of the beach and parking in front of the boardwalk [which is often full]. many small carts selling pretzels or hard dogs or toys or candy are littered in front of the large hotspot for those in dire need of drink, item, or food. near nightfall when many of the more innocent of beings leave there is usually a bonfire party for promiscuous teens a little tipsy on beer to attend. lasting well into the night, on most occasions until the police come by the break it up if things get out of hand. though in general this place is for obnoxious children who love showing their flesh and having a good reason to [thus avoiding the ‘omfg you are such a slutty horror’] there are patches of beach overgrown and away from the main end that host the less… sociable ones.