His english has a neutral accent. His skin is dark in a way that makes it impossible to say whether he is of Creole origin or a result of years of exposure to the sun. He shakes my hand and inquire about my motivations. I tell him about my interest for finding information about the big bonefish. Even though I had already fished and caught bonefish, I am not an expert, but I find myself pretending of knowing a lot as we speak. He nods slowly and begins to stare at me. After a tense silence that never seems to end, he stands up and leaves in the tropical night. Left alone, I go back to my young friend who advise me that the old man is often silent and vague. In spite of the unpleasant situation of the first meeting I was determined to see him again and I ask the young lad where the old man is living.