Tale of Dashes Great Adventure

[dash]

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)

[M&G Montreal]

You are such a devil! I'm gonna go pop some popcorn! This gonna be great!

[dash]

I heard the scritch-scritch of a rake upon concrete. A light flashed and lit up a face in the distance. A cough announced my early morning companion. He spoke local. I pretended to understand. "Yah mon" I said, not knowing what I had agreed to. He approached and passed his product to me and I pretended to inhale. He leaned on his rake and asked what I was doing. I told him of my intentions and he nodded through blue smoke towards a shape in the darkness. " Dats your guy" he said. My captain.

[dash]

Sometimes I think too much. I had an image of a tall lanky grey bearded sailor with weathered skin and a squint from looking at too many horizons. A guy with stories to tell of wind whipped relays round the Cape and frantic escapes from Somalian pirates. I wanted my Skipper to be like CaptainD! I was somewhat disappointed. My guy wore a torn Nike muscle shirt and shorts with flip flops. He had, however, been fishing these waters all his life. He said he could swim if he had to. That's a bonus!

[Momthor3]

go on Dash....

[jenb]

dash, if you start this, i'm counting on you to finish it. great start!
please continue

[jimnkim]

More please

[Lady Jane]

Oh yay, a new adventure. <settles in for a good story>

[dash]

MyCaptain carried a container of gas with a coil of rope on his shoulder and dragged a well worn sack. I offered to share his load and he let go of the sack. It was filled with today's bait. loaves of hardened bread, fruit rinds and pieces of coconut were on the menu for our fishies today!
The deep darkness was leaving and a soupy grey allowed the eyes to distinguish shapes and movements. The beach, which I thought empty, was actually filled with activity. Security guards were waking up to end their shift. Hotel workers were shuffling off to their jobs. The scritch scritch of sand groomers could be heard with the occasional clap of lounging chairs being unstacked . A familiar sweet incense perfumed the air even at this hour. Aw well, it's five o'clock somewhere.

[dash]

MyCaptain barked an order and I realized it wasn't for me. From behind a wall a security guard dragged a kayak towards us. He had done this before. The hotel doesn't know. I think he'll eat fish tonight. MyCaptain kicked off his flip flops and entered the calm morning water. Settling onto the kayak he pushed off to fetch his boat. He slowly paddled out. She was patiently waiting for him. I could see her lines in the water. Low and sleek she looked like she was big enough to carry a July boardie bash contingent and still hold her head above water. Fishing must pay well in Negril.