About the book: year / Translations of novels about Nick Carter He was definitely a Cuban Marine. He had a special swagger, this incredible poise, even when he was sneaking along volcanic shores, trudging through jungles or sweating on mountain trails. I followed him for six miles all night. Across the volcanic shore of Mt. Toro, through a section of the Nikarcha rainforest; now he was resting, catching his breath and snorting for breath, preparing to climb Alto Arete.