flying overhead so i tried explaining to them that it would be very rude of them to take my fish from behind my boat. since this had little effect i tried yelling like a crazy man.
i finally found a tiny private port to pull over in. i straightened out my fish and spoke to the men working on the house above. all i needed for the night, and i was ready to call it a day, was water. i would ask for water and permission to sleep by the small dock, tell my story, and hope for greater hospitality.
the man working on the house said that he could not give 