evidence: To be overly dramatic, I could say that we were marooned in the Sapodilla Cayes, a small group of Caribbean islands belonging to Belize that sit in the coral-riddled crotch of Guatemala, between the legs of and Honduras. A few of the cays are privately owned, a few so small as to have room for only a couple of coconut palms, and others — among them, Ragged, Lime, Hunting, Frank's, and Northeast — are loosely confederated within the fifty square miles of the Sapodilla Cayes Marine Reserve. [...] We were bound for Belize's Hunting Caye, a small island with a white sand beach, a couple of little thatched shelters, the Sapodilla Cayes Marine Reserve office where we would check in, and a coast guard station. By the evening of the second day, when we were safely harbored off its silken Halfmoon Beach, our engine would no longer speak to us at all.