It's late afternoon; the Caribbean is flat and calm. A raft of brown pelicans floats offshore, and a frigatebird drifts overhead. The white-sand beach is quiet. Tourists nod to a reggae beat as they buy drinks from the beach bar and settle back on sunloungers. In this temperature, everyone is thirsty.No one notices the first intruder loitering at the edge of the beach, half-hidden in the trees, not yet confident enough to approach without his posse. Gradually more watchers arrive till they gain courage from their numbers and advance. Glasses scatterand tables are knocked over as the raiders grab beers and cocktails. Like gatecrashers worldwide, they swig as much as possible before being removed from the party.
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