Catching crabs the not fun way

This morning, after a hearty breakfast, I was taken to help with crabbing. Standing on the back of a boat getting covered in slimy sea sludge while hefting a cage up from the seabed.
The crabs themselves, not interesting. Nor the meat particularly compatible with my palate - though that could be affected by having watched it being harvested...
The tentacle monster, of which I have photos but am politely not boring you all with them, was more interesting, just.
In the afternoon I had a nose about town, for a place named in Suomi it seriously lacks Norse-ness. Apart from a couple of decrepit wooden rooved boat sheds.
Tomorrow, hopefully without dealing with seafood first (*finger crossed*), I shall head back down to Campbell River - where frightening hoards of my relatives will be assembling.