Oct 03, 2009 16:55
{Some distance from the main resort compound, an old man sits on a battered white bucket, casually smoking a cigar and casting his nets into the pounding surf. A battered worn hat keeps the sun from his eyes and he is otherwise clothed in ragged khaki pants, a white tank-top and strolls about barefooted.
Every so often, he wades into the water and checks his nets; if there are fish within, he hauls them back to the shore and stores his good catches in a white Styrofoam cooler, the others are thrown back for a later day.
When the nets become too onerous to handle, he scoots a little closer to the surf-line and casts his long line into the deeper water, hoping to land that nice fish that will serve as both dinner and supper for the day.
His name is Jocabo and he is a permanent resident of the island. His cabin is just northwest of the facility, but he does all of his fishing on the resort's stretch of beach.}
[[Residents are more than welcome to interact with Jocabo. Keep in mind, however, that he's an old man and will only answer if he feels like it deems the conversation worth his time. And yes, we realize that this is exactly what he did the last time. Think about it, kiddies. Because nothing ever changes here.]]
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