Levita offered Turk her spear, but either Turk didn't hear her or didn't want it because he didn't respond to the offer. [color=ed1c24]"Roight!"[/color]

He kneeled and cut into one of the fish's sides with his knife. He dug around in there with his reptillian fingers. He knew the anatomy of a fish back home, and this new fish seemed to mimic it's design. There were a few differences, but no suspicious looking sacks 'o poison. 
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"Looks good to eat, I'll go ahead and test it out, then." [/color] He cut the head off of the fish and took a bloody bite out of it. One odd thing about being an Urloj that many nations seem to find strange is the preference of raw fish over cooked ones. He stared blankly into the distance for a small while, before swallowing. He raised an eyebrow (or part of his face right over his eye).

[color=ed1c24]"I, uh..."[/color] He took another bite, and another blank stare followed. 

[color=ed1c24]"That's a really good fish right there."[/color] He wiped the blood off his mouth. He eyed the two other fish he'd caught. He hoped they were as good as this one; Because this fish was unbelievably excellent. This New World fish was new and strange tasting to the traditional ones of the Old World, but they were so in a way that made them taste like a dream.  Taste like a dream? [color=ed1c24]"Taste like a dream."[/color] He mumbled to himself. He stood to his feet. Yep. Good eating tonight.

He was so caught up in his fish gutting and eating that he would not be the one to find someone new who had just woken up on the beach.