Describing setting.

Walking on the wet grass, I could feel it tickling me beneath my feet. Smelling the burnt firewood made me sneeze. I could hear the wind whistling in my ear.

As I stepped into the ocean I could nearly taste the salt water. I could feel the sharp rocks carving into my feet. When I turned my head I could see a rusty elderly cabin, that looked like it hadn't been touched in centuries.

Opening the cabin door I heard it squeak, when I walked inside I could see ashes of burnt firewood.