Deep in the Colombian mangroves, El Mohán spends his nights doing what he does best: tangling fishermen’s nets, swiping their cigars and generally causing mischief for the fun of it.
But when one fisherman starts dynamite-fishing, the games stop being games. Mohán turns the man’s own explosives back on him (a lesson, sharply taught) and then, catching the sound of music somewhere in the distance, simply loses interest and wanders off toward a village fiesta.
The fisherman isn’t so quick to let it go.
Humiliated and furious, he chases Mohán through the forest, his reluctant dog trailing behind him. While Mohán drinks, dances and charms his way through the celebration, the fisherman finds the world around him growing stranger, and less friendly, with every step.
By the time he finally reaches the village, his need for revenge has taken him somewhere far stranger than a grudge against a river spirit. He stumbles into a world with rules for people who don’t know when to stop.