Fishermen of the Caribbean
Brothers Wincent, Wilbert and Winston grew up in a fishing family, on the tiny West Indian island of Nevis. On a hot, blustery June morning we motored out beyond the placid Caribbean Sea and into the rough Atlantic. As their junky old boat rose and dove with each swell, Wilbert and Winston pulled in trap after trap.
An assortment of escolar, blue tang and other fish were flopping around our feet after a couple hours, along with two wary lobsters. Years ago, a fisherman could make it as a fisherman. Today, many will haul their catches back by noon, anchor their boats and head off to a construction job.