Belize Buy And Sell Site

"Fuel for the boat," the boy replied, looking at his feet. "The fish aren't where they used to be. I have to go further out."

"The camps were hard," Elias said softly. "This axe fed a family for three generations. Why sell it now?"

The boy took the gear, a flash of relief crossing his face, and disappeared back toward the harbor. Elias looked at the axe. By tomorrow, a collector from a resort would likely offer five times what he’d paid for it, wanting a "piece of history" for a lobby wall.