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

A young man walked in, smelling of salt spray and desperation. He placed a heavy, cloth-wrapped object on the counter. "My grandfather’s," he muttered. "From the mahogany camps in Orange Walk. Fifty years old if it’s a day." belize buy and sell

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. "The camps were hard," Elias said softly

Elias unwrapped it. It was a broadaxe, the steel pitted but the edge still showing the ghost of a razor-sharp gleam. He ran a thumb over the handle, feeling the smooth depressions where decades of sweat and calloused palms had worn down the wood. He placed a heavy, cloth-wrapped object on the counter

"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."

"I’ll buy the axe for the price of the fuel," Elias said, sliding the money across. "But take the compass, too. If you’re going further out, you’d best know exactly how to get back."