Bahamas Cast & Blast at Flamingo Cay

As we leave the compound and follow Charles B. M. Bethel III’s flashlight beam along the narrow, muddy track, a feral squeal cuts through the thick, wet darkness of the Bahamian night causing the hair along the nape of my neck to stiffen in tiny erections of nervous stimuli. Somewhere up ahead in the dark a large animal crashes away through the mangroves…