My son and I combed the sandy beach daily, looking for the biggest, and whole seashell. Every time, we came up empty handed. It was always the really small, broken, shells. My husband even went down at 5AM to search for them, but still, nothing.
On our last night there, my son and I wrote a message to the sea, in hopes that when the high tide came in, it would take our letter with it, and in return, leave us a seashell.