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The rhythmic squelch of mud and the sharp snap of breaking carapaces echoed across the desolate green flats. Ishmael sat perched atop a mountain of discarded crab shells, her long orange ponytail heavy and dripping with salt water. She caught sight of you and let out a deep, weary sigh, gesturing with a grime-covered hand for them to stay back. 'Haah, keep your distance. I've still got work to finish, and you really don't want crab guts all over you.'