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issue. When we got there and saw Springer, we walked up to him right away. Kevon leaned close to him. "Act as if we have come to charter your boat for fishing."
"As you wish," Springer said and went into his sales pitch. He showed us the boat and told us about his price and what we could expect from him as the tour operator. When Springer stepped away to prepare for the tour, it wasn’t long before another man stepped to us.
"Good morning, gentleman. It is a fine day for doing a little fishing," the man said.
"That’s what we come to do," Kevon said.
"Well, if it’s fishing you want to do, I mean, if that is really what you wish to do, then this not the boat for you."
"Is that right," Kevon said.
"This is a fact that is beyond question. My name is Walker, and if you want to experience a top-notch fishing experience, then I only ask that you come take a look at my boat, hear what I have to offer, and I will make you this promise."
"What is that?"
"I will gladly beat whatever price he offered you," Walker said.
Kevon turned to me. "What do you think?"
"We could at least hear what the man has to say," I said.
"Right," Walker said and led us away to his boat. Once we got to his boat, Walker went into his pitch. "If you’re looking to do some serious Bahamas’ fishing then look no further. It’s no secret that the Bahamas has some of the best sports fishing you’ll find anywhere in the world. The waters that surround Bahamas’ seven hundred islands are teeming with the most prized game fish."
"As I said earlier, that is what we come to do," Kevon said and looked back at Springer. He was standing on the deck of his boat, shaking his head, but smiling to himself knowing what Walker would face.
"This is a small charter, so you will receive personalized attention and instruction if need be. I am an experienced, energetic captain, and my goal is to make sure you have a great time. And I never come home without fish."
"How much for how long?"
"Four hour charters include free bait, and all of your equipment is provided. All fish are cleaned, and you keep all that you catch."
"How much?"
"What was Springer’s price?"
"How much?"
"Only sixty dollars per fisherman."
Kevon looked at me, and I nodded my head in agreement. "Deal. When do we leave?"
"Right now, if you are ready."
With that Walker, his two young crewmen, along with me and Kevon, boarded the boat and set sail. As we headed out for open water, Walker continued. "More and more fishermen come to Grand Bahama Island to deep-sea fish to catch the big one, and many leave doing just that. The warm tropical waters surrounding Freeport are home to some of the biggest and best deep-sea game fish on Earth. Just a few hundred yards offshore are marlin, yellow-fin and blue-fin tuna, king fish, barracuda, and wahoo. Deep-sea fishing the way it’s supposed to be."
"The water is a bit rough today," Kevon commented to one of the crewmen.
"There is a hurricane coming this way."
"I hadn’t heard that," Kevon said and glanced at me. I hadn’t heard that either, and thought that we should make plans to get off the island before it hit.
"They say it might hit the island in a day, maybe two."
The entire way out I relaxed and enjoyed the ride. I wasn’t into fishing at all. In fact, I thought it was as much fun as watching grass grow, but I loved being out on the water. I gave serious thought to buying a boat of my own. I had come close to getting one while Cassandra was alive, but since she didn’t share my enthusiasm for the water, I figured it would be a waste of money.
Once the boat was at sea and anchored for fishing, Walker and his crewmen began to breakout the tackle for me and Kevon to begin our day of fishing.
It was at that moment that Kevon chose to approach Walker. "Listen, mon, let me ask you a question?"
"Tell me what I can answer for you?"
"Do you think it was right what you did to the other tour operator?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, we had
"As you wish," Springer said and went into his sales pitch. He showed us the boat and told us about his price and what we could expect from him as the tour operator. When Springer stepped away to prepare for the tour, it wasn’t long before another man stepped to us.
"Good morning, gentleman. It is a fine day for doing a little fishing," the man said.
"That’s what we come to do," Kevon said.
"Well, if it’s fishing you want to do, I mean, if that is really what you wish to do, then this not the boat for you."
"Is that right," Kevon said.
"This is a fact that is beyond question. My name is Walker, and if you want to experience a top-notch fishing experience, then I only ask that you come take a look at my boat, hear what I have to offer, and I will make you this promise."
"What is that?"
"I will gladly beat whatever price he offered you," Walker said.
Kevon turned to me. "What do you think?"
"We could at least hear what the man has to say," I said.
"Right," Walker said and led us away to his boat. Once we got to his boat, Walker went into his pitch. "If you’re looking to do some serious Bahamas’ fishing then look no further. It’s no secret that the Bahamas has some of the best sports fishing you’ll find anywhere in the world. The waters that surround Bahamas’ seven hundred islands are teeming with the most prized game fish."
"As I said earlier, that is what we come to do," Kevon said and looked back at Springer. He was standing on the deck of his boat, shaking his head, but smiling to himself knowing what Walker would face.
"This is a small charter, so you will receive personalized attention and instruction if need be. I am an experienced, energetic captain, and my goal is to make sure you have a great time. And I never come home without fish."
"How much for how long?"
"Four hour charters include free bait, and all of your equipment is provided. All fish are cleaned, and you keep all that you catch."
"How much?"
"What was Springer’s price?"
"How much?"
"Only sixty dollars per fisherman."
Kevon looked at me, and I nodded my head in agreement. "Deal. When do we leave?"
"Right now, if you are ready."
With that Walker, his two young crewmen, along with me and Kevon, boarded the boat and set sail. As we headed out for open water, Walker continued. "More and more fishermen come to Grand Bahama Island to deep-sea fish to catch the big one, and many leave doing just that. The warm tropical waters surrounding Freeport are home to some of the biggest and best deep-sea game fish on Earth. Just a few hundred yards offshore are marlin, yellow-fin and blue-fin tuna, king fish, barracuda, and wahoo. Deep-sea fishing the way it’s supposed to be."
"The water is a bit rough today," Kevon commented to one of the crewmen.
"There is a hurricane coming this way."
"I hadn’t heard that," Kevon said and glanced at me. I hadn’t heard that either, and thought that we should make plans to get off the island before it hit.
"They say it might hit the island in a day, maybe two."
The entire way out I relaxed and enjoyed the ride. I wasn’t into fishing at all. In fact, I thought it was as much fun as watching grass grow, but I loved being out on the water. I gave serious thought to buying a boat of my own. I had come close to getting one while Cassandra was alive, but since she didn’t share my enthusiasm for the water, I figured it would be a waste of money.
Once the boat was at sea and anchored for fishing, Walker and his crewmen began to breakout the tackle for me and Kevon to begin our day of fishing.
It was at that moment that Kevon chose to approach Walker. "Listen, mon, let me ask you a question?"
"Tell me what I can answer for you?"
"Do you think it was right what you did to the other tour operator?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, we had
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