Flying Fish; the SAS of the undersea world.
The Skipper knew it was only a matter of time. The carnage we had wrought amongst the Mahi Mahi population (and we had another this morning - we don't take prisoners on Cleone) was bound to cause a back-lash, and even in the dog-eat-dog, chaotic world of Neptunes Kingdom. The Administration is corrupt; assassination squads roam freely and beneath the surface of the sea there is a veritable cauldron of different factions, all preying on each other and all of them, even the mightly whales, likely to become prey themselves of the greatest of all predators; man. But occasionally, these disparate groups manage, either individually or collectively, to strike back. And I am afraid last night it was our turn. Naturally, tiny little desert outposts (as it were) like Cleone, boldly flying the Flag in the far-flung Outposts of the Empire are the most likely victims of these hit-and-run raids, and this proved to be the case last night. On watch alone, you start to see things that aren't there. Lulled into complacency, the sudden arrival of FF3
All well on board, and best wishes from
James, Graham, Jenni and Shayne
Yacht Cleone
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