In the scorched no-man’s-land of Half Moon Cove, where rusted ruins rot in the salt wind, a young scavenger learns one truth fast — survival starts with the small kills. Out here, Sabakumas roam in swarms, scuttling nightmares perfect for a green gun-hand.

Don’t be fooled by their size — their eyes burn with hunger, but their hide is thin and their HP barely a flicker. Easy to drop before they even touch you. That’s why the scavenger packs keep coming; they’re the perfect prey for anyone just clawing into the madness of Calypso.

Most of what they drop is basic — scraps, hides, the kind of junk you swap for ammo when your PED card’s running dry. But the Calypso Bones are the real prize. Stack enough of those brittle relics and traders will pay well to get their hands on them. Every bone’s another coin toward better gear, more shots, and a thicker war chest.

This is swunting territory — sweat and hunt in one brutal grind. The Sabakumas’ low HP makes it perfect: you can drain them dry before the shot that drops them. Crafting crews and market hawks circle here daily, buying sweat and bones to fuel their machines and profit lines.

So if you’re strapped, green, and hungry for your first PED profit, gear up with a rusty rifle and some nerve. Half Moon Cove’s crawling with opportunity — claw it from the sand before someone else does.