When Covid-19 hit, the islands were locked down, giving the environment time to recover and residents a chance to think
Will Benson stands on the platform of a mint green fishing boat, under a white-hot sun, and whipsaws a fly fishing rig over azure waters as glassy as an aquarium. The water is no more than 10 feet deep. Dreadlock Holiday plays on the radio. His son Luke, six, watches.
He lets the lure fly – wheeeeeeeeesh. It sails over the silhouettes of two nerf sharks, one lemon shark and to the immediate left of an elusive school of permit, sparking some interest but no bites. They roll over, silvery fins glancing at the surface.