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and one window, not much larger than a child’s playhouse.
    Rodney took it in and announced, “I will never again complain about the facilities of the Rogers Park precinct.”
    One stretch of scenery was littered with large hunks of rusted scrap metal. Simon identified the debris as remnants of the US and British military presence in the fifties and sixties. “The cleanup has been ongoing, literally for decades.”
    This prompted Jake to begin asking questions about the island’s history as a nuclear testing site.
    â€œI can assure you, there’s no radioactivity,” said Simon. “It’s been tested many times over. It’s very safe now. Even the birds have returned. Millions were killed during the testing, it was very bleak for a long time. Those days are over. The beauty of the island is back.”
    As if to punctuate his statement, the pickup truck reached an open area dominated by a stunning white sand beach leading to a glittering, blue-green tropical lagoon.
    â€œLook at that,” said Kelly, and she took Rodney’s hand.
    Jake immediately began snapping photos.
    â€œTonight we’ll plan out your fishing trips for the week,” said Simon. “We’re going to spend time wading in the flats. We can also take boats offshore along the coral reefs.”
    â€œMy goal is the trevally,” said Gary. “I want a giant trevally, a hundred-pounder.”
    â€œThe trevally,” smiled Simon. “We call it the Monster Fish.”
    The truck continued up the beach to the hotel, a plain flat building stretched across the ocean front. “The hotel is a former military base,” said Simon as the vehicle reached a stop.
    â€œSo, we’re staying in army barracks?” asked Rodney, standing up in the back of the truck.
    Gary laughed and waved their attention closer to the ocean. “No, not us. Take a look over there. That’s where we’re staying.”
    All eyes moved to a collection of private, thatched bungalows, just steps from the beach and perfectly positioned to take in the full beauty of the ocean and surrounding shore.
    Gary continued, “They’re totally modern inside, bathrooms, clean beds, a fridge. There’s even air-conditioning, but you won’t need it. You’ll want to open the windows. There’s nothing like sleeping with an ocean breeze and the sound of the waves rolling in.”
    The seven visitors stepped off the rear of the pickup truck, mesmerized by the setting.
    â€œSpectacular,” said Rodney, and he turned to Kelly and kissed her on the cheek. “Welcome to paradise, honey.”
    Carol yawned.
    â€œKnock it off,” Jake teased her.
    â€œI’m sorry,” she said. “I’m sleepy. But it really is beautiful.”
    Then Sam, who had been silent for most of the trip, spoke. He beamed at his surroundings, soaking them in, nodding with satisfaction as if everything was right in the world.
    â€œI’ve never seen anything like it,” he said. “It’s just like heaven.”

Chapter Seven
    In an open dining hall overlooking the pristine beach, the vacationers crowded the room’s largest table, feasted on fresh lobster, octopus and clams, and reflected on the past several days of adventures with enthusiasm.
    The hotel manager visited to personally share in the conversation and called them the nicest group of American tourists he had ever served. He spoke fluent English in direct contrast to most of the staff and islanders, who stuck to the local language, Gilbertese.
    â€œWe’re trying to grow our tourism,” he told the table of guests. “Small right now but word of mouth is good.”
    â€œDon’t grow too much,” advised Gary. “That’s part of the charm. No commercialism. Not a McDonald’s or Starbucks in sight.”
    â€œAll you need is this weather and the incredible fishing,” said Rodney with a broad grin.