7:00 AM The alarm goes off. A really obnoxious ehk ehk ehk. Fletch turns it off and I roll over. 7:30 AM There’s a knock on our door. I don’t hear it because I’m sound asleep dreaming about this highly unpleasant person I worked with in a dive shop once, who then left to fill a conservationist position at another dive shop. In my dream she’s selling the island’s few turtles on the black market to Indians and Pakistanis who want the shells. 7:31 AM I wake up to Fletch scrambling out of bed and half asleep mumbling ‘Oh shit.’ He rushes over to the