"We're off the Wounded Coast. I'm not discounting the possibility of anything," he agreed. "Giant crabs are no less plausible than giant spiders. The only difference is we don't run around underwater to see them." He opened the trap and reached in to fish out the little one, tossing it back into the water before it could reach down and pinch him.

By that time she had the other one on the way up. He looked genuinely pleased with that haul, and as he had with the last little one, he pulled the smallest away and tossed it back. He hauled the dripping box over the edge and set it beside the first. "Now I wouldn't mind sharing with the dog," he said, flashing her a grin.