Anna’s walk on Pea Beach #6

Anna pressed her phone closer to her ear as the ocean breeze swept through her hair. The sun was setting over the vast Pacific, casting golden and violet hues across the sky. Waves crashed rhythmically against the shore, and the salty scent of the sea filled the air. She adjusted her flip flops, sinking slightly into the soft, damp sand as she strolled along the quiet beach of Easter Island.

“Wow, it’s so loud here,” she said into the phone, raising her voice slightly. “The seagulls—you wouldn’t believe how noisy they are!”

On the other end, Titus chuckled. “Are they drowning me out?”

“Almost,” Anna replied with a laugh. “I can hear the ocean, the wind, the birds. It’s overwhelming in the best way.”

She paused for a moment, letting the waves roll over her feet. The tide was rising, leaving behind tiny pools in the sand, glistening like liquid gold under the setting sun. Her gaze drifted to something unusual near a cluster of dark volcanic rocks. A patch of sand was shifting, moving ever so slightly.

“Wait, I think I see something…” she trailed off, stepping closer.

The sand trembled again, and then—tiny, flailing flippers poked out. One by one, baby sea turtles emerged from the nest, their soft, leathery shells catching the last light of the day. Anna gasped.

“Oh my God, sea turtle eggs are hatching right in front of me!” she whispered excitedly. She crouched down, watching in awe as the tiny creatures struggled free, instinctively making their way toward the ocean. Some hesitated, their tiny bodies adjusting to their newfound world, while others paddled their flippers with determination, leaving wobbly trails in the sand.

“Are you serious?” Titus sounded just as amazed as she felt.

“Yeah! It’s incredible. They’re so small, but they already know exactly where to go,” she said, her heart swelling at the sight. “Some of them are getting caught in the sand, though. I want to help, but I know I shouldn’t touch them.”

“Right, let nature do its thing,” Titus agreed.

She watched as the first turtle reached the water, a tiny wave washing over it before carrying it away into the vast blue.