Copied from writing.com, originally written by me

Getting the attention of someone gigantic is a risky venture—But you hope in your heart that it turns out fine. You're as much human-looking as the people on this beach, after all! There's no way anyone would confuse you for some wharf roach or other bug. So you rush out along the sand, yelling up as loud as you can. "Hey! Down here! Help! I need help!"

Eventually, you were tired out from running about, your voice giving out as well from so much shouting. Did any of the giants hear your pleas after all...?