Crashin' the party, guess they lost my invitation

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Something's Fishy...

It began innocently enough, probably even by Auradon standards. With access to the beach, the denizens of the Isle finally had access to a reliable source of food. True, it wasn't generally plentiful, and a diet composed almost entirely of various kinds of fish could be monotonous, but a monotonous diet was far better than a diet of nothing, so there were surprisingly few complaints. And at least there were a few rare clumps of sea plants that some people had managd to dredge up, that Yen Sid had declared safely edible. 

It just so happened this particular day, however, that those who were checking the crab pots and those who were digging for clams and other such shellfish had brought back a fairly good haul. Given the relative bounty, someone had the idea to break up the monotony a bit with a shellfish boil on the beach. After building a fire and securing a large enough pot that was only slightly dented, the various shellfish were set to boiling and those interested were left to fill the time until they were ready. Which- since standing around staring at one another would get boring rather quickly- made it a perfect time for a bit of small talk or other mingling.

...And someone's hungry

Unfortunately, the sentient denizens of the Isle weren't the only ones interested in their shellfish boil. After the teachers had taken their food back to the school and just as the misery-called were tucking in to their much anticipated meal, a loud,  low-pitched snarl was heard. Drawn by the smell of the food, a large alligator was making its way up the beach, and judging by its many equally large and sharp teeth and the way it was eying them all, it seemed likely that it planned to make a meal out of not just their shellfish, but them as well. The massive reptile was drawing near surprisingly quickly, its jaws poised to snap. In what was clearly a fight or flight scenario, which, in this case, offered a better chance of survival?

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OH BOY

[seacub]

If there's anything Emporio can appreciate, it's a good shellfish boil. Not to say he's ever attended one until now, but he heard stories, read stories, and now he finally gets to partake. Mingling, is happening. Eager excitement, filling the air.

And then-

The telltale sound of a long, loud, hiss. An alligator quickly approaches- whatever the cause, whatever the reason, it's apparently decided it wants nothing to do with them and wants them outta here. He'd almost wonder if maybe there was somehow a nest nearby, but really that's not what matters right now.

This is a big gator. And, well-

"No one move too suddenly-..!" The boy is quickly getting atop the bent oilbarrel he'd been using as a seat, eyes wide. "They have a snapping reflex- any motion too close, it'll bite..!"

It'll bite if it gets its jaws on someone too of course, but no one wants to be getting this thing snapping too soon! ...Or actually...

Emporio grabs his hat- and slowly balls it, in a way not unlike a baseball.

"...We need to get its jaws shut!"

But before he makes any truly sudden motions, does anyone else have ideas to bring to the table?

[mist_the_point]

The snarling had Foulques readying his recently crafted spear. He couldn't deny that part of him was glad of having something to test it properly against, though he would have much preferred to be the hunter rather than the potential prey in such a confrontation. "If you have means to do so, boy, you'd best see to them quickly," he said. "I can provide a distraction, and finish the beast off once it's secured."

[goldfishmind]

Louie stood there at the boil, tending to the pot when all heck broke loose. He spent several bewildered moments just taking in the absolute enormity of the threat, and his proximate closeness to its likely goal, and visibly blanched in terror. His eyes darted about, looking for a safe place while he held the makeshift and damaged ladle he'd used to serve the food like a tiny and ineffective shield between him and the gator.