The sounds of ponderous sighs and crab shells cracking open filled the green, squelchy mudflat.

After a few labored grunts from Ishmael, a metal scrap sploshed onto the mudflat. It was soon added to the pile, which had grown taller than two trash crabs stacked together.

"Haah, keep your distance. I still have loads of crabs to hunt. Plus... you do NOT want crab guts on you."