I moved to the brink of the water in Mariel. I needed to choose which boat I approached extremely carefully. Not too many men, for sure. I am afraid that I would be taken advantage of and my money stolen the second we were off shore. I had no weapon to fight a bunch of random rough fishermen.
I looked at one that was a descent size. A size that was capable of enough travel and a greater distance than the rest. There was a skinny elderly man who was mending a net with two young teens. They were probably his sons and it was a family enterprise. They were pulling together the last net before they departed.
I took a breath for bravery, and walked over.
“Cancun…?” I stated assuming the three did not speak English.
He looked up at me with a bored, yet curious stare. He then l
