I dropped the razor, rinsed and toweled my hands, and bounded up the ladder for the Nikon and the lenses in the case on the dining table, half lathered, half shaved, half naked. Dammit Bemba, I was trying to shave there. Where’s Jimmy or Riega?. I should be in another skiff so we can stay close and get the Halcon in the background. “Jimmy!!” Dammit Bemba, hold onto that fish. PMP March 1992
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