Night fell quickly, as it does in the tropics. The only sound was the splashing of waves against the Zenith’s hull and the halyards making music against the mast in the breeze. The shadows of manta ...
The old man sang in a quiet, melodic voice, his song floating on moist tropical air through the flimsy wall of a thatched palm frond hut. Enraptured, I stood listening on a narrow pathway that led to ...
Night fell quickly, as it does in the tropics. The only sound was the splashing of waves against the Zenith's hull and the halyards making music against the mast in the breeze. The shadows of manta ...
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