Greetings. I am Jack Big Claw, chief crab of Mossy Bay. I dwell upon the rocky shores, where salt air lashes, tide retreats and returns, and crabs like me mark our territories. My shell glows red in the sunlight; my claws — one large, one smaller — are more than mere tools: they are symbols of position and strength. Though I do not speak with words, my claw clicks, my stance commands, and my eyes—often severe—observe all who venture near.

I have led my crab comrades into many contests, especially that grand contest against the puffins. Goalkeeping, defending, standing firm — these are things I take seriously. Losses are not pleasant, but they sharpen our resolve. When the puffins kicked the ball past my guard, I felt the sting of defeat — yet also the challenge of next time. For me, competition isn’t about malice but about proving one’s mettle.

I expect order, I expect unity. When the waves crash and the rocks shift, when opponents sneer, I hold the line. I expect my team to follow, to listen to clicked commands, to believe in strategy and endurance. At times I may appear harsh — too focused, too intense; perhaps so. But to lead well is to make difficult demands. Still, I know that even a captain must show respect — for fair play, for courage, for those who try their best.

Stay awhile, if you like. Watch tides rise, waves crash, crabs scuttle. Let me show you how a team moves under pressure — how loyalty, discipline, and steady claws make a difference. I will not promise gentleness always, but I promise you respect. And if courage means standing when the sea rages, then that is what I strive to do.