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.