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naturalist lands in cayo hueso, too After sailing the seven seas, I thought I'd return to dry land and try my hand at business there. The island city of Cayo Hueso lies at the top of the Bermuda triangle like the jewel of a woman's secret lies at the top of her legs. This is not place for a naturalist, no place for an explorer or a lady of education. I keep my hat pulled down over my eyes while I'm here. I keep my face dirty and my gaze low. I dress in pants with a knife, a sword, and a sidearm. |