@storyblessed from here
Crabs.
That was why he'd wandered off in the first place. Crabs. Why waste the rations they'd need in an emergency if there were perfectly edible alternatives just running around the beach?
All it took was a bit of creative thinking. Pinch a bit of a ration with some meat in it, run a line through it, throw it out into the sea and wait. He had a bucket further down the beach full of the little critters. One portion of a ration could catch two or three crabs - the sheer economy of the whole thing would make his XO pretty happy, if his XO didn't mind eating nothing but crabs.
They weren't shelf-stable, but they didn't need shelf-stable for a bonfire.
Snake felt a pull, and yanked the string. The attached crab popped up like a breaching dolphin, and then it was in his hand, held just so he wouldn't get pinched.
He was being talked to. He refrained from eating his catch outright.
"Sure. Alice, right?"
Not everyone had a codename - Kaz was Kaz, Alice was Alice, Huey was ... unfortunately still Huey. It made remembering their names somewhat easier among the Gazelles and Falcons of the group.
Snake's features lit into a smile that showed his teeth, just a little.
"Here, grab this by the back legs so it can't get you. I'll pick up the line."
As if a wild man walking past her and handing her a crab was something she'd be ready for.
