Wheeling Gull Isle are you feeling it now, mr. krabs?

Really, Haoming wasn't sure how bad this was gonna hurt, either. She'd been pinched by hermit crabs before, sure, and those suckers hurt a bit, but it wouldn't be anything like this crab. The spotted girl crouched near the water, multicolored eyes locked onto her prey, before she lunged into the water. 

It was cold, biting into her skin, but it felt nice at the same time. The crab moved away from her, but it was to no avail. 

Haoming dipped her head under the water, salt stinging her eyes, and fastened her teeth around the creature's exoskeleton. For the moment, she was safe, hauling it backward out of the water and placing it haphazardly onto the sand near Nuwu's paws.