It was finally spring, and you carefully lifted the traps from the water.

You'd learn that to pull up traps, you had to be steady, slow, and consistent.

It didn't matter how strong you were or how long you'd been pulling up those

lobster traps. What mattered was the steady motion and not over-exertion. It was your fifth

trap of the day, and Charlie watched on. It's hard to think you'd ever thought of him as danger.

Despite having only been in the village for a few months, your housemates were exceived. It's hard to think you'd ever thought of him as danger.

Despite having only been in the village for a few months, your housemates were accepted immediately.

The small village had set up systems for food production.

Production was a generous term.

It was seaweed harvesting.

Almost solely seaweed harvesting. But still still found more ways than you'd ever

expect to cook it.

It turned out the people in town had long prepared before the city had taken things seriously

and sat on massive stores of staples, from propane to flour.

It didn't mean you were living the way you had before, but definitely an improvement

to looting the leftovers no one else wanted.

It was April and it was cold on the water.

You'd had some luck pulling in some rock crabs and despite hating the taste of crab

before, it might have been the most delicious thing you'd eaten in your life.

You'd set the trap, caught it, and you'd provided for your friends and family.

It felt incredible. Today, you were provided for your friends and family. It felt incredible.

Today you were out for lobster.

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