Nighttime Shore Feast

Meat! Well, almost! I caught the smell of charred crust drifting through the salty night wind and scrambled straight up a damp sand ridge. Someone left a small pit of warm, glowing embers surrounded by smooth river stones! Right on a clean flat driftwood plank nearby sat an abandoned roasted shrimp tail, crunchy and smelling amazing. Shishishi! I snatched it up with both hands, took a massive crunchy bite, and chewed grinning like an idiot. Eating hot roasted scraps by glowing coals under the open night sky—now that's a pirate's feast!