Spearfishing was poppin' today. I got a few nice ones, but in a typical fish story, the big one got away -- I speared a huge moray eel, must have been six feet, but it was too fiesty and fast and slipped away and went under a rock.

The fish I did catch I brought to Bentley as a bonus for him. I did that a lot last reach, but this time I've been giving them to Roger, Vincent's first mate. Roger helps me a lot and has kids, and he loves to cook the fish and kind of looks at me with those puppy-dog eyes when I pack them up to take somewhere.

I ate some Seastar Inn left-over food for lunch, asking new server Nicky to heat it up for me. She's a new face at the bar, and she looks like a fashion model from South Beach Miami or something like that -- very pretty and very American-looking. She's also really nice.

I tipped the one-armed gardener, then headed to Westender Inn to visit Kelvin, but he wasn't there so I jumped in the rock pool for a bit. Later, I stopped by C & D/Jenny's for more special cake -- I've been eating it fairly consistently this week, and I love it. One piece is just perfect.

After sunset, it was time to get ready for Brasi's birthday dinner at Catcha Falling Star. I think he is turning 21 today.