Vasili Standing at the sorting tray, the dawn has bored us and the prawns have let us down. Five empty shots last night, the sharks have had a gutful. It’s the dolphins’ turn as we cash in on any lazy crusty worth its salt and hope to find a coral trout for breakfast. Grimace back at humps of snorting dolphins: will they take it from my grasp today? Greek fishermen advise “Call ‘Vasili’ a certain way, they will dance for you.” So I call “Vasili”, tentative, and drop a squid. Throw them a pike. Smack, I hear it. Smack again.…