Lobster Bob spent 35 years as a lobster fisherman off the coast of Los Roques, Venezuela, before a career as a freelance travel representative took him across all seven continents. He was extraordinary at collecting facts about the world. He was considerably less extraordinary at respecting it.
He believed that having been somewhere meant he understood it completely. That his way of doing things was the only way worth doing. That experience automatically granted authority. He was wrong about all of it, repeatedly, and at real cost to himself and sometimes to the people around him.
He named two of his vehicles the way he names everything: with affection, self-deprecation, and the grudging respect of a man who knows he needs them more than they need him. La Mula. El Cóndor. The third, Nellie, was named by Captain JT Peg without consultation.
Lobster Bob had lobbied hard for La Tormenta, which he felt carried the proper respect for the sea. Captain JT Peg looked at him for a long moment and said, "Nellie." That was the end of the discussion. Lobster Bob's position on the name is, in his own words, complicated.