"It often seems like we are staring into the past when we branch out and meld with the likeness of our brothers. This small chain of islands stretching across the divide! Our hearts trembling like the wings of a shattered dragonfly…Onward! Is the cry of the cruel Captain Evans…The biggest back door man in town, like the ship’s mast in the deadest of waters weaving its way into the night. I call on thee " -- Guapo, 2008