Whales Are Liars, Noma Said.

There was always wind on the coast, cradling the thatched village and the ancient hotel. Pairs of men and women were laying their silver catches in lines on the wet sand. The inshore trawlers had left before dawn and were now cautious points on the horizon. Noma set her squid down and clicked again. Out past the trembling shoals of fish, the aquamarine line had shifted - not quite aligned with the currents or the tide line. Nobody could move the beacons, even if they wanted to. Whales were inscrutable and unforgiving. She made a series of clicks and frilled whistles to demonstrate,. which set them hassling