Stavanger Bay maybe I should cry for help

The trap was only good for one or two waves at best, and the second wave was never as productive as the first. As the second waves rushed in, another two fish were captured and flung up onto the dunes. Then the walls of the trench collapsed inward, and Dash was left standing in mushy, watery sand up to his chest. 

He struggled his way out of the trench, which was falling apart almost faster than he could climb. Eventually he emerged, winded and grinning, to inspect the catch he had reaped. 

His eyes landed on the newcomer, who loitering upon the dune and munching on a fish. Dash's fish.

"Uh..." He didn't know what to say. He'd seen quite a bit in his travels, but this was one weird-looking dude. 

"So.. you're hungry then, I take it?" Did he even speak common?