Wheeling Gull Isle I've got crabs

judah pulled the unruly thing from her rampage; sat neatly upon her haunches now, ava peered into the concerned face of her brother.

a halved carapace was thrust into her vision. ava set upon it with a cackle, absorbing not one whit of judah’s instruction. 

the taste was sweet, with a slightly salty tang between brittle crunches — but it had nothing on the nectarine taste of vengeance ava had supped only moments before.