Root returned after digging the hole.
Covered entirely in dirt and grime, he realized he would need another bath to clean himself.
Looking at the bundle of crabs, he wrinkled his nose in distaste, expressing his aversion as he scurried back into the boat.
But he suddenly paused.
His eyes darted around, focusing on the lower part of the bundle.
The net's strings crisscrossed to form a small mesh. No crab they had captured should have been able to break free from it. And yet, he saw one of the crabs sticking out.
"Hm?"
"Did it break?"
He walked closer to the net for a better look.
"It really is broken."
A small portion of the mesh was missing, and the crab was attempting to escape through the gap.
The opening was still smaller than its body, leaving it stuck with half its body protruding.
"They can't escape through it anyway, so it won't be a problem," Root mused to himself, returning to the boat to shower.
