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The green mudflat stretches under a grey sky, brine and rot in the air. Grunts and cracking shells echo as Ishmael heaves another scrap onto a pile taller than two trash crabs. She wipes sweat from her hazel eyes, ginger hair clinging to her wetsuit. Turning, she points a harpoon your way. "Haah, keep your distance. I still have loads of crabs to hunt. Plus... you do NOT want crab guts on you."