What do they uncover?

Now that Maní had a key to the engine room, she thought her troubles would be over. But no, apparently not. Carcharodon had told her they still needed to find materials. That would be fine. Maní would assist in any way she could.
As much as she liked the peaceful, if slightly crab overrun, island, the thought of being stuck in one small geographic location for too long without any escape made her feel uncomfortable and slightly sick. This made Maní all the more eager to help fix the ship, but of course, she kept this to herself.
“I’ll try,” Maní told Shark, briefly making eye contact, “I’m sure I can find something.” She smiled. The older kalon still looked solemn, so she turned to leave him.
Maní made her way toward the beach, the sand sifting through her toes and getting stuck in the long fur on her forelegs as she approached the shore. She stopped to look at the beach. A thick belt of sand covered the area between where she stood and the water, scattered with rocks and some misshapen seashells. Gentle foamy waves lapped against the beach, leaving the sand darker when they retreated.
The sandy expanse stretched on around the whole island. Certainly a lot of things were washed ashore, but was any of it what she needed? Hopefully Captain and Egg would be able to help her. They were already on the beach. She hadn’t talked to them much yet, though she easily recognized them: a fuffy pale grey kalon with two eyes of different colors, pink and purple, and ears that did not end; and a much taller beautiful grey kalon with shorter fur and subtly shark like features.
Captain. The name had been a bit confusing at first as Captain was not even a captain, but Maní supposed it would be even stranger if a kalon named Captain was in fact an actual captain. And besides, Maní’s name meant “peanut”, which was even more odd.
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The first 10 or 20 minutes proved to be fruitless, even with Captain and Egg’s help. Maní only managed to find objects such as battered corals and seashells, and of course, trash. Maní felt something catch against her paw. It was one of those pieces of plastic packaging from a six-pack of drinks. She scowled slightly as she put it in the pocket of her shirt. Why did this have to happen?
Maní saw a few marine animals, which did raise her spirits, but would help them little. Starfish dotted the beach and she had to be careful not to step on them, and she saw the occasional crab or seagull as well. She crouched now to watch a small crab scuttle sideways over the sand, perhaps hunting for food, or trying to avoid becoming food itself.
“Please getting distracted, Maní,” one of them said.
“Sorry,” she muttered.
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Eventually, they did manage to find a few ship parts washed ashore. Many of them were around the same place on the beach but It was made trickier by the fact that most of them were covered in a layer of dirt, rendering them unable to glint in the sun. Maní offered to hold them, but was unable to carry them all. They had found a few parts, but this still wouldn’t be enough.
Maní suspected that a majority of the parts hadn’t made it to shore. She looked at the parts she had. She was pretty sure she dropped one at some point. When she up again, something else caught her eye. It seemed to be made of wood, but was too pale and neatly shaped to be driftwood.
Maní put her parts down in front of Egg for a moment and trotted up to the piece of wood. She ran her forepaw along its rim—it was smooth and rounded and had spokes leading to a center which she could not see. The object was mostly buried in sand, though the covering was not that deep. It seemed to be some kind of wheel. She pushed aside sand as quickly as she could and started to tug the object free from its prison.
“What are you even doing?” Egg asked, looking in Maní’s direction.
“I found something.” Maní freed the object and held it victoriously in her arms. It was a small ship’s wheel. Too small and too old to be from the cruise, it must have been from some smaller vessel, and besides, the cruise ship wheel was still intact as far as Maní knew. She stood the wheel upright on its rim and rolled it along the sand. Egg didn’t seem amused. Captain appeared to appreciate Maní’s find more, but she couldn’t be sure. She rolled the wheel all the way back to where Shark was waiting while trying to carry the few parts she had.
“Why did you bring that back?” Shark raised an eyebrow, “I can’t . . . fix the engine with a wheel.”
Shark wasn’t impressed with the wheel, but he did thank Maní for the parts. Maní held up the wheel trying to see if she could determine the date. She set it down. Maybe she should search for more parts?
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