It had taken much longer than he would have hoped to drag the buckets of water back to the boat. When they were full they were a little too heavy but if you emptied a little bit out of them it made it so much easier. Proudly carrying the bucket back with the fish friend still alive the colt set it down near where the rest were. Sinking down in the shade for a couple minutes he rested waiting for Spice to finish with her bucket so we could start the next task together. After what seemed like forever the two were back at it again only this time with traps. " Why wouldn't they allow my fish to count?" He grumbled. It wasn't fair that just because he had thought of it before they had been asked to do it meant it didn't count.

The whole fish thing was soon forgotten by the time the pair took off for their next round. " What do you think we can get?" He asked happily trotting alongside his partner. They were headed back towards the ocean again to search for some type of animal to put inside their cages. Spotting something shuffling around up near the rocks the colt was immediately drawn. Bounding over with the trap rattling loudly he dropped it over on the sand so he could get a better look at whatever was crawling across the beach. Lowering his nose to push away some of the sand he soon found the crab that was poking around along the rocks. Whipping his head up with a squeal he shuffled backwards as the crab held tightly to his nose. Shaking his head and pawing at his face the colt managed to get the creature off as it tumbled back into the sand completely unharmed. "Ouch this one bites!" He commented glaring over at the crab with distaste.

Determined and pissed off at the crab the game had now taken on a personal level. Moving his trap over he once again set it into the sand (a little more carefully than before). "Get In!" He commanded thinking that perhaps it might listen to him. When the thing didn't move the colt wandered off only to return with a long stick. This crab was going to get on the boat whether it wanted to or not! Using the stick as a tool so not to get bitten again he shuffled his feet forward to push the crab forcefully while directing its movement with the stick. It took awhile but eventually with a little extra encouragement (a lot) the crab was in the trap and the door secured.

Picking up the cage by sliding the stick through the handle so not to be anywhere near pinching range he turned to go find Spice. "I got him! Look!" He announced proudly.


@[Spice] and Aeolus

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