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The fishing village of Cortez curls along the northern shoreline of Sarasota Bay, its narrow streets and weathered bungalows huddled around the whitewashed concrete outline of the A.P.

Bell Fish Co. the way other communities encircle clock towers and steeples.

Past the postage-stamp yards piled high with stone-crab traps and fishing buoys, across a washboard parking lot edged with mounds of shells, a score of commercial fishing boats clatter against the docks behind the staunch, two-story building.

Somewhere, a crew is applying a coat of fiberglass to the deck of a shrimp boat.

Somewhere else, a bin filled with fish heads is broadcasting on the breeze. Front-loaders heft tubs of ladyfish, grouper and herring, then chug along the docks, across the wet concrete floor of the fish house, and disappear into the darkness past men wearing high rubber boots.

This is a working dock, not a scenic one.

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