I am not a fisherman. Therefore everything I tell you is in fact true. I recently had the great honour and pleasure to be invited aboard one of Negrils finest fishing vessels. I will not name her or the owner but it was not Rondel! On the day, I woke early without the alarm, and with flashlight, dressed appropriately. Old shirt, shorts and barefooted. I took a swig of beach orange juice and left, easing closed the door, so as to not wake the wife. The Treehouse walkways were damp and the motion lights announced my progress. Reaching the beach I did not have to make my daily decision on which direction to go. I knew! Left.. To SunBeach. The stars were brilliant without a citylight wash. The sky showed no hint of sun. As I passed each of the darkened sections of beach I imagined all of Negrils band of criminals lurking in the bushes ready to pounce. Where was Fredstripe when I needed him? For reasons unknown, they left me in peace and I arrived at SunBeach unscathed. But I was not alone.
(To be continued)