'The tide is out, just as I thought. And it looks like it only started receding a short while ago. Based on that… low tide must've started around 4:00 a.m.'
'If I count back six hours, high tide was at about 10:00 p.m.'
'That means the next high tide will be around 11:00 a.m., with low tide after 5:00 p.m., and the next high tide after that will be at 11:00 p.m. That fits the pattern of a fifty-minute delay each day.'
'Perfect. I can forage now, then go back and figure out how to start a fire. I can come back to forage again for dinner. That'll solve the problems of both food and water.'
He had only just reached the shore when he saw the beach teeming with blue crabs and fiddler crabs scuttling about. If he had a net, he felt like he could have scooped up hundreds of pounds.
He cautiously approached, selected an unlucky crab with its back to him, and stomped down hard to pin it. He then used a rope of tree bark to bind its claws and legs, stringing it up.
