I pretended to scan the emerald waters around us for the mythical Manta Rays but nothing happened. No wild yells, moans, grunts, thumps or splashes from the other side of the boat. A few minutes later Pelayo walked around with a big smile on his face. He said he'll take us out tomorrow morning. Chris said with a bewildered look.
Nothing's illegal down here.
For the right price. He keeps all the fish we shoot. We'd never be able to bring it home anyway. We were on. And we desperately needed it.