Eating the illegal crab

There we were in the South Pacific feeling very smug about the two coconut crabs we were eating. For weeks I’d been dreaming about its flesh, sweet from gorging on the ubiquitous nut.A sign outside offered it as a special. Mine was cooked in coconut milk and biting chilli, Jackie’s in coconut milk and sweet with garlic.Why we wondered were the money launderers at the next table eating steak. Why were the Aussie’s coming through the doors asking for meat pies when you could buy two coconut crabs