The boy came by and said the captain was ready to take us out. We thanked him and gave him a dollar. He smoothed it out against the thigh of his rolled-up trousers and then slipped it reverently into the pocket of his shirt.
Thanking us, he picked his heavy bait bucket and walked down the beach.
We ate quickly and dressed and followed his footprints, one shallow, one deep, to the docks. The captain squinted and said the wind was blowing right and warm and we’d surely hook a good-sized marlin if we left now, before the currents changed.