20 April 2012 | On the way to the Caribbean
The day dawned lovely, all around, the horizon a 360 degree circle of mountainous white puffs of cloud reaching skyward into endless blue, a brilliant whiteness, the air like crystal. Squalls far off, letting loose torrents of rain that seemed to float in slow motion, earthward...one could see it all....how magn.....but I had things to do.
Barnacles! "Goosenecks"! they are called, thousands of them, their new homes on the bottom of Shearwater and... I had to get them off. No wonder I had been going so slow! Before diving in, I peered into the magnificent clear depths, perhaps 60 feet down, all the while remembering the on-going account by a boat a few days behind me: 500 lb Marlins swimming under them for days. Scraper in hand I dove and began my destruction of the dwellings. And as the freed barnacles drifted ever so slowly into the depths, the sea came alive. Small little brownish fish barely 2 inches long appeared from nowhere and ate. So there I was, in the middle of the ocean with miles of depths below me, pale and fleshy...I checked my umbilical tether that drifted at various angles similar to the tethers the astronauts use when they leave their ship. Quite suddenly, a school of Parrot fish appeared with their big toothy mouths - they ate. I hurried up a little bit. Translucent jelly fish floated by - were they eating or... who was going to eat them? Then a type of predatory fish, not big, say 2 feet joined us under the boat...what were they going to eat, the Parrot fish? The boat seemed bigger and bigger and the damned barnacles more and more resistent. This was taking far too long. I wish the predatory fish hadnt showed up. Who's next? I peered into the depths...no, I wont say it! I could hear my breathing in the snorkel. Hurry! We need to get out...there's altogether too much eating going on down here! I grabbed the tether, pulled, swam, and scrambled up the ladder...
Do Marlins eat people?
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