Penelope looked and smiled when she saw Alexander, a man she knew well and worked with often. “You don’t have to do that.” She reminded him when she saw the crabs, though she knew no amount of arguing would change his mind. The man was set in his ways. “No. Unless someone else is injured, then I might need you. Until then, you’re free.” She teased, noticing his nephew nearby, with a naked Miko. Penelope was one of the more... dressed inhabitants of the island, preferring modesty over exhibition. She wore a skirt that went down to her knees made of shark skin, which didn’t tear easily, and a top made of leaves that covered everything but her arms and midriff.<br/><br/>Connor looked up when he saw Baxter, carrying a shark as his catch, and returned the nod. The shark was small, as were the teeth, or he might’ve considered bartering for a handful, make a decent spear out of it. At that size, they’d only be good for fish or rodents, and Connor went for the best kills. It took him a few minutes to skin the boar, with a lifetime of practice, before he removed the innards taking a moment to do the same for he birds he caught. The feathers, he wrapped with a small string, tying them to his loincloth. He’d either trade them as fletching or make the arrows himself and use them.