Sally Peachy becomes North End, and the island changes. Brig Bay's mostly Mesquito Indian and mainland Spanish. North End is mainly black. The people here call themselves Islanders and speak Creole, a sometimes sing-song, sometimes sludgy English patois. It's nicer round here. Fresher, cooler and, if not richer, then more comfortable, more established. The centuries-old Anglican, Baptist, Pentecostal churches all boast new roofs and towering spires. The houses are well-crafted wood, not crumbling cement, with proud fences and watered lawns. The dogs are on leads, the baseball team has uniforms, and the grannies rule these roots. Fat-thighed old dears sit on high porches with their legs too far apart, daring passers-by to take a peek at the one thing they never want to see. Sometimes I love being shortsighted.