The Ancient Gods still serve

My friend and I took a trip to Honduras to visit a church-supported orphanage and help with chores for a few days. We arrived amid much hoopla, cheers, and smiling faces who were proud of our visit. The hugs and cheery greeting were soon forgotten as we found that the funds expected form the States to maintain routine operations, had not arrived due to some 9-11 embargo and political wranglings that seem to hurt the innocent. The director informed us that the money and food would be expended in two days; this made us very sad and pensive. We tried to think of ways to keep the kids from going hungry, because our meager extra funds would only buy enough beans and rice to feed them for a couple of days.
My friend had a brainstorm. He exclaimed, "Let's go to Lake Yajoa and catch some fish which are a good protein source and will feed the kids!"
Everyone seemed a naysayer with statements like, "The fishing is not good there," or "All you can catch are dormilones which are used as bait to catch other fish."
Accompanied by a beautiful sunset, as the last rays of the day were filtering through the trees, we rowed our small boat to the center of the volcanic lake and started fishing. The sun dropped below the mountain peaks allowing total darkness to envelope us while we continued to fish with little luck. A boat propelled by a very young oarsman arrived with an old Honduran standing in the boat looking larger than life. He was supported by a trident and wore flowing robes.
"What are you fishing for and have you caught any?" were his greetings.
We explained the kid's predictment and told him, "We must catch fish!"
He stroked his long beard by pulling it through his plam and explained, " Special rigs and special baits are used here. Pass me your lines and allow me to rig them."
We did as he requested and were given a tin can filled with worms. "These are special worms," He told us.
The frogs, insects, and birds began singing the hallelujah chorus, making us think that the mermaids were serenading us as we removed fish from our lines and napped between catches. At dawn we returned to shore, rested, with a boat load of fish, a quantity sufficient to feed the kids and sell a few for money for incidentals. We returned to the lake twice more during our visit, using a worm can that didn't run dry, and successfully fed the kids until the addditional money arrived.
On our last foray into the lake, we again encountered the Honduran fisherman who inquired about the food problem. We told him a disaster had been averted, thanks to him.
His comments were, When we know of a need, we try to help. If ever there's a need I can help with, I can be contacted here."
He gave me a thin rock and said, "This is my business card. Take and keep it for reference."
I just found the "business card" in my suitcase and marveled at the inscription "King Neptune" on it.