The sign said "No Fishing," but the pelicans had never been much for rules. One perched bold as brass above the warning, daring anyone to object. His companions drifted overhead while another strolled the dock as though it belonged to him. The old sailor folded his arms, the boy tilted his chin, and together they watched the feathered rebels with a mixture of wonder and defeat. Clearly, when it came to fishing rights, the pelicans had already won.