When Mason finally walked out of the jungle and onto the long stretch of rocky beach, he paused to take in the sight of the ocean and breathe the salty air. He was safe. He knew where he was now. Everything was going to be alright.
Just as the man was about to turn to head towards the ledge, something caught his eye.
Frowning and curious, Mason made his way slowly out along the dark, slippery rocks towards the ocean. The tide was low, creating deep pools of water between the stones. There was something strange in these pools though. It was something he recognized.
When Mason reached a place where the waves were washing up over his thighs, he stopped and looked down into the pool in front of him. His suspicion was confirmed right away. This pool was loaded with something wonderful.
Oysters.
He couldn't feed Ilona crab every day. They would need something else. Oysters were just the thing.
