Jai is more than the coast guard of Yasawa. He is the man who decides on the mood of the island.

Three seashell divers frequent the Sunset Tales bar. They don’t speak much. They sit at the counter and order a gin cocktail, mixed with a marine green leaf I’ve seen near the grotto. As the gin pours into them, they brighten up and start sharing stories...

Altan communicates with snakes. He learns from them what’s happening on the island, where there is peace and quiet, and where there is conflict, hate, illness.

I meet Kamlesh, the Kula Master, who observes the prosperity of the Fijian archipelago through shells and clouds reading.

Salomon, a regular at Sunset Tales bar, often hangs around the bar at odd hours. Here he tells me the story of Mother Snake.

The story of Kelera, the Dead Witch, who would come in for her ritual drink at Sunset Tales, the bar I used to frequent on Yasawa, one of the Fiji islands, back when I was a young writer.