Back on board, I was sorting out a few things when the crabs arrived. Lots of crabs. We ended up with a bucket of swimming (or velvet) crabs and a bucket and a half of big brown crabs.

The excess brown crabs ended up in the cockpit and scuttled off to the nearest hidey hole - the cockpit drains, where they holed up and peered out defiantly. I responded in kind by cooking their colleagues. We cooked a couple of the velvet crabs too, but they are bery small and fiddly so the rest were released back into the wild. Greg donned an oven glove and enticed the crab out of the cockpit drain before releasing him too.