SPEARMAN SHOWED UP EARLY at the hotel dock to rent some fins. He had decided to explore around some of the points bordering Turtle Bay and had been advised to wear fins to protect against swift currents. His swimwear that day was typical of what continentals took to be stylish attire for the Caribbean. But actually his garb was more fitting for Hawaii. On his five-foot-three physique his swimsuit gave the appearance of baggy bermudas.
The equipment steward was occupied in preparing aqualungs for the hotel's more adventuresome guests, who used them to explore the outlying coral reefs. Hearing Spearman enter the shed, the tall, boney attendant look up inquiringly. “I want to do some snorkeling and was told at the desk that I could acquire a pair of fins here.”
“What size shoe do you wear?” the equipment steward asked.
Spearman scrutinized the selection of fins in the shed before replying. “Size six, but I would like to try some on to get a proper fit. Are they all the same price?”
The attendant finished putting a regulator on a pair of tanks as he replied: “The fins are free, but there's a thirtydollar deposit. If you want a mask and snorkel, that's another twenty dollars down. You pay the deposit in cash now and you get it back when you return them.”