Hernán Saraiva is not a member of the Scrubbing Squad. He is not part of the tour operation or the fleet. He is something quieter: the master bookbinder of La Candelaria, Caracas, and the reason Lobster Bob’s Logbook exists as a physical object.
Without Hernán, Lobster Bob’s logbook entries would be loose papers. Because of Hernán, they are books. Hernán binds them. That means he stitches the pages together and puts them inside a cover made of real leather. Bound, dated, colour coded, and counted. Sixty-eight of them over seventeen years.
His shop has been in the same spot since 1965, since before Lobster Bob was born. The address is a corner, not a number. The shop is the binder at Urapal. That is the whole address. It has always been enough.
Hernán does not say very much. He does not need to. His work says it for him.