Isn't This How Shellfishing Is Done?

Before I knew it, the beach had grown dark.

The only thing emitting light in the thick darkness was the campfire, crackling away.

The salt and coconut flesh we’d dried earlier were already safely stored in bamboo tubes.

Hmm.

Better start getting ready.

According to the information Putty gave me before, the tide would be completely out in about three hours because of low tide.

I picked up my machete and scraped away the empty coconut shell.

Fluffy brown fibers spilled down to the ground.

Seeing that, Yerin asked,

“Rils. What are you doing now?”...