Cerulean Cape there's your obstacle.

Penn's face throbbed as he licked the blood off of his lips. The cut in his lip stung, but he'd experienced worse before. Still, he growled low as Maia spoke, his glaring gaze never leaving the heap of crab carcass. It was such a bizarre creature--he wouldn't put it past the thing to not really be dead.

"Hell no, I ain't going near that again," he replied, giving his coat a shake to relieve his nerves, "It's all yours if you want it. I'll find a seagull or something." Anything but crab. Anything but crab ever again.