DISSEI, BROWN ISLAND 65 



doffed my hat to three barracudas and a grey shark, scratched 

 the head of a small chap locked stubbornly in his den, a 

 spiny porcupine fish, and then flew down over the luminous 

 sands at sixty feet, serenely happy, glad to be alive. Un- 

 forgettable Dissei . . . 



