It was the night of June 23rd, 2013 when the SuperMoon broke free of the heavy clouds over the Indian Ocean and bathed us in it’s light.

Crabs could easily be spotted running in the moonlight from rock to rock, skittering crazily along in the sand. A couple of the guys decided to dig a hole. I didn’t pay much attention to them, as the moon was mesmerizing….

“Look at them go!”  I heard one of the guys shout. I wandered over to see what all the commotion was……

to discover they had caught two crabs, put them in the hole to watch them fight Gladiator style.

I watched for a few until I felt a sharp pain in my chest.

Heart attack?

No, just my conscience rearing up, making me feel sick about what I was witnessing. It wasn’t right, it just seemed cruel.

I walked away, out towards the ocean waves with the SuperMoon as my guiding light.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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