The fisherman

Posted by on Mar 29, 2013 in The Journey | 0 comments

The fisherman

Troy turned around and followed the dirt path that led down to the sea. Two men toiled under the generous shade of a majestic old tree, fashioning a lobster trap from netting and whittled branches. Troy turned off the engine and he and I got out. By now we had our routine down pat. In patois he told the men we were looking for people named Crooks…They answered, and Troy translated.

 

Follow the road past the cemetery, they told us, past the store.

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