The next cage proved more bountiful. Little Parrot fish and slightly larger yellowfin were wriggling in the cage bouncing off a bewildered Pufferfish. Only the Puffer would return to the sea. I was surprised and disappointed at the harvest of the smaller fish. I said nothing. I was only a passenger. I get my fish from the frozen section, courtesy of the Chinese. I prodded the Puffer back to the water with a stick and he wiggled away. The captured, were thrown into a plastic milk crate to dance till their deaths. Occasionally one would flip out into the oily water on the boat bottom. I stopped my bailing and threw him back into the crate, his hope of freedom quashed. We rebaited the cage and set it on the sea floor. MyCaptain squinted towards his next investment and we continued our harvest. He would show me how to use the ocean current to assist in the hoisting of the cages. It was a little slower but so much easier. My back hurt and my legs were sore from the work on imbalanced feet. Every so often I would need my arms to keep from falling. I had hoped MyCaptain hadn't seen that, but he had. I saw the smirk. I don't think that he would hire me but I hoped he enjoyed my company.
He didn't volunteer a lot of information without being asked but I'm the kind of guy who asks. I realized that this was only one of his many professions. His days were full and his family filled the spaces in between. He slept about four hours a day if you didn't count the naps. He said he was blessed and thankful and if God would do something about those damned dolphins he would have nothing to complain about.