Baxter stood on the rock out to sea, spear in hand, silent and still, poised (and naked) like one of the fabled "Greek Statues" of the old world waiting for his prey to draw closer. He wasn't interested in the usual smaller fish that were a staple on the island. Instead he was focused on a more exotic prize. The bright yellow dorado, sometimes called a mahi-mahi, was idling closer and closer to his rock, drawn in by the chum he had tossed almost an hour ago. He had to be still to not startle it way. The dorado was a delicacy on the island, it's meat bursting with flavor. Paired with the spices native tot he island, and some of the wild rice that grew in the inland swamps, it would make an amazing dish. Something to invite a pretty girl or two to share for dinner.  He shifted ever so slightly on his heel, preparing himself to strike. He was about to lunge with his spear when the yellow fish disappeared in flurry of blood and scales. It hadn't been the only thing drawn to the chum. The mako shark that had eaten his prize was nor particularly large, but he knew from experience that it's bit was not to be triffled with. However he was angry at his loss, and figured that fillet of mako would have to do for tonight. Shouting a battlecry he hurled himself into the blue salt waters, spearing the mako, before finishing it with his knife. Knowing the extra blood would attract other, (and bigger) sharks he started swimming for shore dragging the dead shark by it's tail behind him attached to his ankle by a length of fiber rope.<br/><br/>On the shore Alexander chuckled as he watched his nephew scream as he jumped in the water, waving his spear like a madman. The boy was nothing if not energetic. Still he had his own tasks to complete. Several of the crab pots he had harvest this morning had been damaged in the last storm and need to be repaired, and he still wanted to get his dugout canoe finished in the next few weeks. The thing wouldn't dig itself out. He sat in the shade of a palm tree, sweat trickling down his browned skin as the tropical sun, beat down on the sands around him. He had finished all but the last crab pot by the time Baxter walked up to him carrying a juvenile mako over his shoulder.  The younger man dropped the shark to re-affix the loin cloth he had left with his uncle, before the pair made their way back to the main settlement. Baxter carrying his shark, and Alexander with the last crab pot, and a basket filled with his catch of crustaceans. By the look of things they would eat well, they could trade some of the crabs, or the shark teeth, or fillets for the rest of their dinner if any one else had managed to find anything decent.