It’s around 10 a.m. each morning that Noemi Reyes’s heart fills with hope. That’s when her husband Marionito’s boat appears on the shimmering horizon of the Pacific. By the time his skiff has been hauled onto the shingle beach, it’s already clear whether his toil has been profitable. Today was not: just eight small sardines and mackerel from five hours casting handlines at sea. “Almost nothing,” laments their 11-year-old son, Cjay, as he clambers back up the slope to their shack. Advertisement