He said he was from Spain.
He came at sunset to the westernmost point of Jamaica and cast his line upon the waters. He danced on the rocks with such joy and enthusiasm. Leaping from rock to rock. Attacking the water and holding his eyes on the horizon.
The loud Americans taking their own photographs didn’t see him at all.
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