By Alexander Britell and Guy Britton
It’s early in the afternoon and we need a stop at the local market.
We pull up to a small building in Chester’s without a sign.
“Why isn’t there a sign?” I ask Papa Chis.
“Because everybody knows where it is,” he says. “There’s only one.”
Chester’s is a tiny town on the North Side, a place that was bustling a century ago and now largely quiet, hidden away on Acklins Island, the far edge of The Bahamas.
This is the frontier. This is the island even some Bahamians don’t know exists.
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