Chapter 4: A Land Without Gods

Grey beaches and blue and white fishing boats along the Gulf of Mexico carried me through a “gap year” after completing a Masters in Canadian Studies. I would rise before dawn and join the four person crew of a 25 foot open fibreglass lancha making its way out to sea to check nets and baited long-lines that had been set the evening before. Depending on the catch, the crew might decide to stay out and still-fish for red snapper, a more lucrative species than the small sharks, grouper, flounder, rays and other fish they might find on the end of the night hooks.

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