MyCaptain passed me a javel bottle wound with thick line. At the end of the line were lures heavy with hooks. I let out the line and noticed dozens of splices. We trolled for a while parallel to another boat. The two captains were having a conversation over a hundred metre distance and the noise of the belching outboard motors. I don't know how they understood each other. Does patois carry over distances? The other boat pulled in a couple of fish and we headed off to check the traps. Passing us on the way was a AI boat with all the finest gear and I saw their noses raise five degrees as we met. I told myself that I was experiencing the real Negril and who wants Bloody Mary's when you are fishing anyway. The sun was warming as I found a second container to bail out the increasing flow of water. The cracking continued as we neared the first marker and cage. We rolled in the AI boat's wake.