Cray fishing

Pull, wrap, thread, repeat. Pull, wrap, thread, repeat.
Straining muscles work below rust scarred protrusions on skin. Salt flecks just above the rust, one life layered on another. While others had considered fighting the very land they had been brought to, Necktsh was content to become one with the land he was made to live in. Pull, wrap, thread, repeat.
He keeps up the pace as he considers his lot, gaze meeting the other member of the trawler he is in, the small two person vessel that is more massive seed pod than any vehicle he has ever been in, but with the small buoyant hollow pod to the side this whole endeavour often feels more haphazard than he would like. They are hauling up cages made from thickened and woven reeds and seaweed, cured to harden enough to catch the crustaceans that Necktsk and his partner had promised to the community back home. The two of them had to match pace, lest the line of cages tilt and snag or bunch up or sway or a dozen other things that would ruin the entire haul. Pull, wrap, thread, repeat.
They were only allowed to go out and get as many as they had already traded for, or had plans to eat, the community was designed to reduce waste and the needless death of animals for status and profit - something that was hard to claw through the demon's mind - after coming from a land of emotions and impulses. Of iron and killing and taking what you want, and what you need. Here there were faults, yes, but the foliads all seemed to lift together, at least the coastal town Necktsh had ended up in after he refused to join the raiding parties after the invasion plans of his boss' boss fell through.
The first cage breaks the surface and with a grunt between them they tie off, grabbing the edge of the pot and hauling it into the boat. They open the cage and the partner strains his muscles to hold the cage still as Necktsh uses his reinforced arms to reach in around snapping claws to pull out the Cray, reaching for the twine to bind each claws as the prey tries to draw blood, before putting the Cray into a storage pot. The pair then quickly get to work dismantling the cage and setting the pieces to the side, as they have limited time before the captive Crays bring about larger predators.
It was complex work done with looks and grunts, Necktsh still learning the local language, but dispite how little they knew of each other, the pace of the work, and the sure roughness was something that the demon thinks he can get used to. Here amonst the blue and the green.