Campers huddle in the hallway of the Burma Road Chapel dressed as sea otter hunters. The kids adjust their bentwood visors as community members file into rows of folding chairs.
“Am I missing any whiskers?” one girl asks.
“One of them broke,” says the boy next to her.
With costumes complete, they're ready to perform an Unangan folk tale they’ve practiced all week at Camp Adguyax, about a greedy otter hunter who betrays the octopus that helps him.The “whiskers” on their paper visors aren't genuine sea lion, but imitation — beach grass, strung with beads.