The Eyes of the West Indies
I am on a boat, tied to a dock in a bay on the tiny island of Great Guana Cay in the Northern Bahamas. Troy Albury is untying lines and points out a Caribbean reef squid taking shelter under the dock.
These animals, hued in purple and electric orange, can be difficult to spot during the day – their bodies are brilliant but translucent.
The mark of a good divemaster is observation – the ability to notice everything. But I am not here to dive with Mr. Albury. When I was young, I dove and snorkeled Great Guana Cay’s reef for eight years. But not with Troy. Back then, we were both teenagers, and Troy lived in Nassau, several islands south of Abaco.
