Crabs eat them.

They like them." Foma's fright was melting, from the heat of his father's body, but before his eyes the terrible sneering face was still rocking in the black water.
"And who is he ?" "God knows! Say to God about him: 'Oh Lord, rest his soul! '" "Lord, rest his soul!" repeated Foma, in a whisper.
"That's right.

Sleep now, don't fear.

He is far away now! Floating on.
See here, be careful as you go up to the side of the ship.

You may fall overboard.