D AY X X I I I
Steve comes through the door of the lower deck telling Marcus the skipper to get outside, 20 local islanders are boarding the boat. The island we were parked in front of was partly inhabited and they were confused and threatened by this large white boat anchored in their waters. They got as many men that could fit on their leaky fishing boat and rocked up on our backdoor for some evening intimidation. Marcus and his Indonesian wife Ayu didn’t muck around and were met with some initial hostility. These locals have to be taken very serious, Marcus heard a few days earlier that a woman in one of these island villages was beheaded for some reason, and to remember that we are encroaching on their land, fishing their waters and they aren’t just going to hand it over without some sort of monetary compensation. They aren’t killing machines fuelled by human flesh, but they demand respect.