The next day, Marian, a native Fijian with short curly hair, a quick wit and a beaming smile, is pointing to an unfurling wave off our fishing boat. We’re touring the Mamanuca Island chain. Marian is not a tour guide. She manages Likuliku’s nearby sister resort, Malalo. She could be back in an office but instead is on this boat, idling alongside Namotu, a small isle few guests take the time to see. Even our Fijian crew seems charged by the op. “Tomorrow I’ll take you to a church,” proclaims Marian. Her personal attention is staggering, genuine.