Mundo's Sign

Mundo's SignIn the fading darkness, the small boats, 12 in all, were dragged into the water from the camp on Southwest Cay. Masts were stepped quickly and the sails unfurled in the silence of the coral lagoon. Wind-filled and ghost-white, they rounded the leeward edge of the cay and scattered in all directions across the fishing banks.Bowen Delavett, a marine biologist from the States, was in the bow of Mundo's catboat, huddled against the cool dawn breeze. He and Gabriel faced each other, their...