There were crabs everywhere and it was a frenzy that Poe was happy to take advantage of. With the assistance of a dead fish and the fire-nibbled remains of a dress, she had been relatively successful for a late morning's worth of crab fishing, and the dismembered remains that scattered the beach behind her stood as proof. Even in her largely aquatic diet, Poe found the crustaceans to be a sort of delicacy that would quickly become a staple in this new landscape. At least when the just-healing burns that scattered her left side stopped reacting with dramatic screams of pain when the salt water licked at them, making the whole ordeal a little more awkward than it should have been. Crouching on a rock thirty feet from dry sand, the pitch girl dangled a long strip of fabric with a token fish head, down against the slimy rocks below, stretching out an arm this way and then that to tempt the attention of a fat, strolling crab. Enough bobbing and dragging and it latched on, allowing Poe to slowly-slowly pull it up to the surface where she used the rest of her old dress to scoop it out with a little squawk of victory. |