Whiron nods his head, slowly, truly thinking about the harpoon. “Yes, yes I do. The hard part will be the launcher, but we have captured enough animals that we should have plenty of line. I have thought about making a trap; but even if we do and fill it with Swimmer Crabs or small fish, we still have to lug it from wherever we are back to here. That seems almost as bad as hauling clay. I would really rather try for some bigger fish, unless we, by some chance, acquire a skiff, then we can load up on whatever, like we were fishermen instead of mud grubbers.”
