WHO| Neeshka and OPEN!
WHAT| Exploring the aquatic buffet
WHEN| Night of the second day after the Cornucopia
WHERE| A beach at the southern end of the big island, around R10
WARNING/NOTES| Nothing worse than DnD-style cursing, at the moment

Coconuts weren't particularly filling, Neeshka had found. With no knife or anything of the sort yet, she couldn't hunt snakes or those big birds she'd seen on the shore now and then-- though she'd had to run away from a couple of the latter, when she ventured out onto the sand during the daytime. Those were some big, scary birds, if you asked her. Not that she hadn't seen scarier in her time, but still: usually she had someone else with a sword to hide behind.

Now, at night again and with the heat a little less intense, she was wading out into the shallows attempting to catch her some dinner there, with only a single craggy piece of rock she'd managed to break off from a boulder on the seaward side of the island, but then didn't have the knowledge to actually shape and sharpen. Already she'd cut her fingers on its awkward edges twice, and gotten a hand-full of spines from a fish with her other hand-- which then got away-- so life wasn't really going so hot right now.

Nor was it going particularly quietly. There was a lot of splashing and more than a few muttered curses going on, so it wouldn't be hard to find her.