Riding a flats boat through the mangroves, the engine cut low, water so clear you can see the bottom slide past. Walking a beach long enough that the footprints behind you disappear before you reach the next bend. Standing at the edge of a dock while a resident grouper circles below, close enough that you can make out the markings along its side. This is what small-island travel looks like when it’s done right. It’s swimming until your shoulders feel tired, then drying off on the sand because there’s nowhere else you need to be. It’s driving a short road that ends at the water, parking, and...

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