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

Focused on her task, she did not immediately answer. It wasn't until the ache in her shoulders grew too great to ignore that Nukilik sagged against the sand, panting over the half-sized pit she had been working on. It was too hard for her to continue - meanwhile, it looked and sounded as if Ying was ready to give up too. Her effort had produced a better result: her pit was at least twice the size, and just deep enough. 

Nukilik was panting for a few minutes before she could get the next few words out.

Well, we could... Try to fish them outta the.. the water. Is there a pond anywhere on the island? Somewhere with fresh water? Her pulse raced from the exertion but began to regulate soon enough. Nukilik did not know the island as well as the sisters might, so they would know the best places to look for streams or fresh-water areas that would feed in to the sea. Such things were necessary; even though they lived around water at all times, the sea water was not good for drinking. The beach was good for crabs and lucky offerings, but it wasn't the right season for anything substantial.