A ring of a cellphone brought me back to the present. MyCaptain removed a plastic bag from his pocket and idled the engine. He unwrapped the phone and answered. We were halfway back to shore by now and we had been spotted. His regular clients were jumping the queue to get the best of the catch. He was sorting the fish with one hand while holding the phone with the other. In mid sentence, he reeled back and screamed. He waved his hand and bit his lip while cursing in his finest patois. He had forgotten about our solitary lion fish dead in the crate. Even in death this little pest was dangerous. My Captain shook his hand through the water and returned to his merchandise. I would not like to tempt a live lion fish!

He distributed the fish into separate black plastic bags as the calls came in. I was impressed by the fact that all the fish were sold before we landed the boat. Our factory ship had landed and packaged and sold the fish as quickly and efficiently as any MBA grad could have planned. The seamless flow of the enterprise would make any businessman proud.
MyCaptain remembered to put a little parcel of fish aside for his early morning kayak guy. Once done he tended to his poisoned hand and we continued in to shore