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The next trap was loaded with treasure. Big eyed snappers shared the enclosure with lobsters and a butterfish. The butterfish would end up on MyCaptains table tonight. For the first time I met the scourge of the reefs, the lion fish. Not as pretty in person, he had a huge belly. MyCaptain said that if we slit it's belly we would find another fish. Nice! They have quite the appetite. Into the crate with the others!
There were a few lively small fish that MyCaptain put into one of my bailing containers. He added some water and placed it near his feet. Standing, he called to a passing boat, which changed course to meet up with us. He passed over the container with the mini fishies and the boat broke off. I thought to myself that perhaps a bigger fish would have been more generous. He read my mind and explained the fish weren't for eating but would serve as live bait to seduce barracudas. I was learning.
I was getting my sea legs and was almost comfortable. I was however back to the one bailing scoop. The rising water in the boat would be needed for our next visitor.
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The next cage was our last. I was spent. The hoisting of traps and the constant bailing had caught up with me. The sun was now turning to broil, and I hadn't had a drink of anything since leaving Treehouse. I left the crane work to MyCaptain. He sensed something different in the drag of the rising cage and tied off the line. With his spyglass he peered into the water and cursed. "Shark in the cage " he said unimpressed. WHAT???!!! "There's a shark in the cage, we gotta get it out" WHAT????!!!! I had forgotten the cage was only three feet by four. In hindsight I should have realized that this was not "Jaws". But it was a shark none the less. We both raised the trap together and when it broke the surface I hid behind MyCaptains courage. He slid the trap across the boat and our shark tested the integrity of the wire. He shook and writhed in defiance. After a short while, our prize lay silent, his gills emitting low grunts that earned my sympathy. I could just see the silly tourists surrounding our boat on the beach as we unloaded this trophy of a fish.
MyCaptain told me to undo the mesh on the sides so the shark could slide out. I started to comply until I realized that he would slide out, slide out to my feet! I imagined him taking a revengeful chunk of my leg with him. But I think the broiling sun had taken its toll on our shark as well. I raised my feet to the bench seat and our little killer plopped into the pool of water accumulating on the floor. He was still, but alive. MyCaptain mended the holes in the cage and together we slid it back to the sea. He then said he would release our captive, but away from his traps.
I then spotted them. The glass bottom boat had released its snorkellers a couple of hundred meters away.
I begged him, pleaded with him. I wanted to release our friend close to those snorkellers. With a great presentation I imagined dropping Jaws into the water in full view of the tourists. What fun!!! He didn't share my enthusiasm. At all. We puttered off a good distance and with the two by four paddle and thick sticks we levered Sharky back to the sea. He disappeared in a flash.
With our work day done I allowed myself a moment to relax. I took off my thick protective gloves and leaned back and took it all in. I looked to shore and panned from the cliff point to the river, along the beach that I had walked so many times and claimed as my own. Past Rooms where I knew Jamaica Rob would be starting his sentinel duties at the wall greeting newbies and hugging old friends. I could make out the colour of terra cotta, from Charela, until the familiar blue of Treehouse, where I was sure my wife was enjoying her breakfast without me. Was she looking out to sea, thinking of her warrior on the waves? Or was she contemplating her omelet choices. The latter I'm sure. Gail would have beached her ride after hosting another paddle board expedition. The manicured beaches of the All inclusives led to the point and Boobie Cay. An impressive panorama of both nature and people.
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Awesome job Dash,please continue!
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