Here is my paragraph from a life guards perspective from a boy going for a last swim and getting into trouble with the water.
The Last Swim
The end of the day had come and the last few surfers were carving up the little ripples in the water. Spotting a blue rash shirt and yellow shorts on a little figure I watched the boy walk in to the ocean with a positive attitude. I turned away to check on the rest of the beach and a few seconds had passed. When I turned to my right the boy was getting beaten up by the water and sooner than later he got spat out on the cold sand.