Evelyn Ford pushed open the door of the wooden cabin, and the sea breeze rushed to meet her. She spread her arms, stretched lazily, and padded over to the coconut tree in her slippers.
Last night, Evelyn had set a fishing net here. After a full night, the net should be full.
Untying the hemp rope fastened to the coconut tree, Evelyn hauled the net in from the sea. When she saw it was filled with about fifty or sixty pounds of small fish and shrimp, the smile vanished from her face.
"That's it?"
Ronan Kendrick had gone to plant trees. Evelyn dragged the net aside, took out an apron and a knife, and decided to process the catch right there on the shore.
'They could be made into dried fish, spicy fish fillets, and chili fish tails.' At that thought, the small fish and shrimp suddenly seemed much more appealing.
