As soon as the crab found itself cradled in fabric instead of a tide, it began to writhe and squirm on its back, grasping at snags in the cloth to upright itself. Poe stood up, ready to tiptoe across the rocks and return it to shore with her, but stopped to watch its valiant struggle. A little too valiant for her liking, she decided quickly and hoisted the whole package out towards the sea, and then flinging it back at the beach. Long, bony legs and wet, burnt fabric twirled and splayed in the air, then came crashing down all together a short distance from the boy, abruptly giving away his presence to the fisher-girl. "Oh!" she loudly exclaimed, a delayed warning and half-assed apology. It was a short lived concern, though, as she spotted her fresh catch slowly wriggling against the sand, with a clear path for water. "Hey!" the dark girl shouted, pointedly determined in a mildly viscous way, and began to scramble across the slippery rocks just above and below the surface into shore. "Catch that crab! He's too delicious to live!" she called to her unknown relation, scrambling sloppily in his direction. |