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THE TWENTY-SIXTH OF OCTOBER, 2017, Baja California, Mexico, a pelican was fishing, gliding in a semi-circle and then plummeting into the water, its body rotating and flashing black and gray. The sun was just above the western horizon, reflecting red in the windows of the beach houses at Los Pelicanos, a community overlooking the Pacific Ocean, fifty miles south of the border that divides San Diego and Tijuana. Except for the man standing on his patio watching the pelican fish, no one was around. It was Thursday, and the vacationers from California wouldn’t show up until Friday afternoon. The revelries would then begin, and the atmosphere would be different, until Monday morning when they all went home.
Jay Jackson had grown up on a ranch in Texas, and for him, ocean life was mysteriou
