Birds squawk as Nilda scales down the near vertical cliff. A basket and spear are attached to her back. If life on Murderous Island taught people anything, it was how to climb cliffs and crags. Dawn was approaching, and the fish below were becoming active. Her mind is still sharp and aware of the surroundings despite it being so late in the evening. Much of the village turned in at this point except those with an interest in getting a good catch before daybreak.

She hops and crawls along the rocks in Wrecker’s Bay until she gets to a decent spot. She grabs her spear and crouches. Her eyes scan the water for movement as her feet get wet with each time the waves crash against the rocks. A large fish swims close to the rock, and she attempts to spear the thing. However, the spear hits nothing, and the fish gets away from her. Cursing under her breath, she tries again with the next fish. Success. It goes into the basket, and she looks into the water for the next one.