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Jackie's great grandfather shipped an entire house to the town of Punta Gorda which over the years has acquired its Belizean traits.  He is the ancestral stock of the confederates and his Belizean skin drips from the equatorial sun.  His family ran a sugar cane farm on the hill now occupied by people of good fortune at Belcampo.  He knows the seas, mangroves, hills, and mountains, but mostly enjoys the occupation of a fish.  He is the navigator for archaeologist Doctor Heather McKillop. He is Belcampo's ship captain.  Jackie helps find the only known ancient mayan wooden architecture dated between 200-900AD. Wood and stones are preserved by 3 feet of brackish water and a dusting of peat.  The Doctor exclusively acquiesced Jackie in this underwater sacred place littered with Mayan artifacts.  An insubstantial move of hand or fin makes snorkel vision indecipherable.  It is a place where floating is work.  Bodies enter through microscopic telescopes where constant adjustment brings peat covered 200-900AD salt grinders and incense holders into clarity.  The ancient Mayans have employed beautiful white upside down jellyfish as wardens, and even I am tempted to touch them as they charmingly sway.  Ancient Mayan livelihoods live freely in my hands as I compare the imprisoned trinkets to the holy grail.  Everything must stay or exposure to oxygen decomposes its past.