A white boat about the size of a Cadillac labors out of the shadows beneath the 17th Street Causeway. Dwarfed by the gross displays of marine ostentation floating around the Fort Lauderdale Grande Hotel & Yacht Club, the tiny vessel — flying the French national flag — crawls across the Intracoastal toward the small cement pier at the 15th Street Fisheries. As it coasts in, the man at the helm leaps to the dock. He's slight with glasses, a head of dark curls, and a thin beard. His polo, once light green, is now gray from sweat. He ties his boat to a rusted hook and... More >>>