The Western Flyer sails south the entire day, and toward the end of the day begins to see fishing boats from the town of Guaymas. Along the way, the crew catches fish for eating and does repairs. Near Guaymas, the fishermen seem entirely too spotless in their white outfits, and the crew feels some contempt as a result of being a bit dingy and salt-encrusted. As it is late in the day, the port fees will be high and so they chose not to go in that night, but to anchor in a nearby bay and do some collecting. Though there is not much on the beach of interest, just after dark a large school of tiny fish come in and make a hissing noise in the.....
