Stavanger Bay I'm gonna lay my favorite shirt out neat

Perhaps @Vegas?

The woman was bored.
But as of late, she'd been entertaining herself with watching these borders grow weaker and weaker. Today she passed into the land having seen no sign of leadership or patrols. No guardians or hunters, scouts nor visitors. 
She prowled over the stale, scent leeched sand. This was free land now.

Vanity browsed through the oceans disposals. Seaweeds, shells, stones. Some were very pretty, some were not. An orangy-grey thing scuttled across the sand and under a rock. Vanity, ever in the mood for a game, lept at it, catching a leg and pulling it out. It sat bewildered on the ground, pincers up. Not knowing it could hurt, she went in for the kill and promptly got a snipped.
She reeled backward with a shout of "What the fuck?!" Prowling around this now dangerous-labeled crustacean. She wanted to eat it, though it tasted like the sea. Could it be eaten? She hoped so.
Darn thing.