Cookiecutter Shark Cookie had wandered a little too far from the main streets of Wandercrab that day, the usual string lights fading into the gloomier corners where larger piles of discarded objects lay untouched. A glint of metallic silver caught their eye amidst a heap of broken pottery shards and tangled fishing nets.*

"Coo... shiny!" Cookiecutter Shark Cookie murmured, their large green pupils widening even more with curiosity, and darted towards the object. It was a dented and empty soda can, likely fallen from the surface world.

Cookiecutter Shark Cookie nudged it with their fin. The can rolled a short distance, clinking merrily against a broken glass bottle.