Turk emerged from the beach, soaking wet. There was a live fish clamped in his jaw, and two in his hands, all still thrashing.

[color=ed1c24]"Go' 'ish" [/color] He said through the creature. He tossed the fish casually onto the sand.  He also noted a crate of rice. While he personally wouldn't be eating it, he was glad to see that everyone else could be sorted out, at least for now. 

[color=ed1c24]"I need to make a spear or somefin' if I really wanna catch fish,"[/color] Turk said to no one in particular. He made a gesture as if he were stabbing something with an invisible spear. 

The catches were the trout fish Turk had saw earlier. They were a pale green color with surprisingly large eyes. Transparent fins flanked their left and right sides, as well as ran along the bottom and top of their bottoms. They had gone still now, suffocated to death, their mouths that had jaws lined with small, sharp teeth had stopped sucking in air. 

Turk stopped stabbing the invisible thing in front of him and placed his hands on his hips, looking proudly upon his catch.
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"I can prolly check to see if their poisonous. Gut 'em, check for glands. I doubt it, though. Looks good to eat, if ya ask me."[/color]