Rincewind sighed and trudged down the beach toward the water, where the Luggage was performing a complicated jig on another stricken shark. The sun would set soon, and with nightfall would come the cravings.
Coconut Surprise was all well and good during the day; but at night, when he lay on the sand staring up at the salt-crystal stars smeared across the black blood pudding of the sky topped with fluffy mashed potato clouds and, floating among them all, the tantalizing tuberousness of the pockmarked gibbous moon glistening with buttery light, and...
Well, men had gone mad for lesser reasons than that.