The Next 100
This morning I had the most intriguing conversation with a local fisherman, Jocket. The topic, sea eggs. I listened to his tale of how simple it was to harvest this local delicacy just of Woman's Bay, Christ Church. As he spoke, I recalled as a boy, the numerous sea egg shells that littered the shore during sea egg season and cracking and eating the raw roes after they were rinsed and seasoned by seawater. Back then, there was no concern about pollution. The adage, "the sea does clean itself" was the mantra of my grandmother and as Jocket explained his story of sea eggs, I understood her statement. You see, when these sages went to harvest, they would sample one of a group. If that one was underdeveloped, they left the entire group to mature. Makes sense right. Sustainable harvesting! The cracked shells of those harvested were thrown back into the sea and attracted fish, coming for a free meal, some of whom became a free meal a la Sebastian's song.
So the sea cleaned ITSELF. However, the impact of shore line development may have thrown sensitive near shore ecosystems out of balance and the sea-grass beds once abundant with the food of the have-nots, now lie barren. Ironically, the traditional passage of the have-nots is now impeded by "progress".
When slaves made their dark journey to the Caribbean, their culture and names were stamped out and changed in the name of progress. A people who lose their heritage, lose their future and find themselves drifting.
Will my children experience the joys of my childhood? I don't know. What I do know is that, given good seas, I am going fishing with Jocket! I am sure he has many a fisherman's tale to tell. I am not going as tourist either! Like I said in the About page, I am one of the characters of the story. So never being on a fishing boat in Atlantic waters before, this land lover has to get some sea legs fast. I have no idea what I am getting myself into but...adventure beckons.
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