“I opened my eyes to faint clacking sounds. Not more than six inches from the tip of my nose, a yellow crab waved its claws in the air. It stared at me, or at least vaguely in my direction, with those creepy sideways bug eyes and stood on tiptoe, frozen in mid-flight like I’d just caught it climbing out of a second story window with my jewelry. I blinked, and in that brief moment of absolution the little guy ran like the devil.
‘Whoa, did you see that?’ I whispered hoarsely to Neil. It was no use. He was fast asleep on his stomach, snoring, face buried in his beach towel.”

“Vieques”