Wheeling Gull Isle and if you don't want me at my goodnight

While hoping to ascertain a little bit about Ying's history, and by proxy some information about the sister's, it appeared to be lost in translation. Nukilik let it go for now. She peered over at the patch of pitted sand and trailed her gaze along Ying's freshly browned limbs. The woman had made short work of the beachfront in her digging and that was commendable - but she was right. Neither one of them had anything to show for it. 

The easiest way is to wait for the tide to go out. If you time it right, things can get caught in pools - or in pits like the one you just built. Nukilik explains as best she can. She had never been a teacher to anyone before and wasn't sure if she was making sense with words. It would be easier to show Ying what she meant, but, the tide was not destined to go out for another few hours. That gave them one other option though. If we dig pits in the right places, the water will come in and maybe leave us fish. Would you like to try?

It would be a lot more work for Ying, though. Nukilik knew she wasn't strong enough to do something strenuous like digging pits right now, even if she pushed herself. She was more likely to seriously strain her body if she attempted.