He quickly finished off all the lobster and crab, then had a couple of oranges for some vitamin C before staring worriedly at the pile of Flying Fish.
He had also grilled the Flying Fish meat he'd filleted earlier. Just like carp, it was full of bones, making it impossible to eat. Worse, the intermuscular bones were Y-shaped, so trying to pull them out wasn't guaranteed to work.
'Forget it. I can't be bothered with this. I'll just dry them. They'll be crispier if I grill them after they're dried.'
He spread the Flying Fish flat on a banana leaf and set them out to dry by his door to keep wild animals from getting to them.
'Every time I need water, I have to go back and forth to the stream. It's not far, but sometimes I forget what I was doing and have to make multiple trips. It'd be great if I could run a pipe to the house.'
He stood outside his shelter, his gaze following the stream up the mountain. The idea seemed very feasible.
