Descriptive Essay On Lifeguards

The ocean was angry and the waves thrashed at the beach like a rabid pit bull at the end of its chain, desperately looking to bite into anyone or anything. A hurricane was off the coast of Ocean City. It wasn’t close enough to cause evacuations, but it kicked up the surf to the point where it wiped out most of the beach. The lifeguards were still keeping watch, ready to blow their whistles and call for back-up through their radios and long-distance flag language. If rip currents pulled someone out beyond the break, they were ready to come to the rescue. People made assumptions about the lifeguard with the homemade tattoos on his arms. With his shirt on, they figured his lazy demeanor and sun bleached hair blown by the wind into a fro meant
The sky was a grayish green and the wind picked up millions of grains of sand and flung them into the flesh of anyone brave enough or stupid enough to bare their skin. Despite his typically laid back posture, in one fluid motion the lifeguard stripped to his shorts and threw off his glasses. Bystanders followed his gaze into the ocean and saw a young woman who was waist deep in the water. She ducked beneath a crashing wave, but by the time she popped back up to the surface, the rip current had opened up, and she was smack in the middle of it. A man on the shore witnessed the waves carry the woman away, and he turned to the lifeguard a yelled that there was a woman in trouble, but the lifeguard had already sprinted past him and into the ocean. The waves looked as if they were pushing against the shore, trying to keep everyone out, but sucking them in if they made it beyond the fingertips of the furiously waving ocean hands. The lifeguard sliced through the water with precision and grace. Where the water was shallow, he ran. Then he dove under the waves, and for a moment he was gone. His rescue buoy floated on the surface, but the lifeguard was still underwater. Then he emerged less than five yards away from the woman in