The Fish

The roar of the engine blocked out all noise. The blue sky made me want to stay for ever. But if I wanted to sleep, then I do that at home. Right now, I was here to fish. Let me tell you about a couple of fish I caught.

Let me start with the most dangerous one. "Dad, I think I got a bite!" reeling like a madman, I pulled the rod, hooking the hook in the mouth. pulling it out, was disappointing how the tiny fish could have given me a big task. As I pulled the fish boat ward, my dad shouted "Don't touch it!" I stopped. He told the skipper in rapid Korean "Can you get the blow fish off?" with a nod, he rushed over.

I lugged a fish out of water. It was beautiful. Rainbow colored, a foot big, and slippery. I took it in. I noticed the razor teeth. Might be a carnivore. But it was a close call. I warned my dad. In the cooler box, I looked at the remains of the worm. Half was bitten away.

"Look what I caught!" Holding a sardine about 9 inches long, it thrashed. I knew sardines were school travelers. For 30 minutes, they hanged below. But it was gone. Now there was no fish. about every 2 minutes. Exhausted, I went in a cabin and lied on a blanket.

We were back from the two our trip. We called the rest of the family. We counted 67 fish. a lot right? The person next to us had just over 100 in 2 hours. At the beach, we scared the wits out of the rock crabs.

We found a tiny rock crab, and I MEAN tiny. It was as big as this period. (Look at left) In a tiny trop of water in a tiny bag, we left. Somehow, we managed to find a crap the size of my fist. A full grown rock crab. We played with it in the car. Oh yeah. 1 thing too. I crept a single sardine. We purchased a fishbowl and it looked cool. It was the end of the adventure.