Our quest for the great Sea Giant was postponed for the day. Instead, nearing the close of another beautifully blue afternoon, the minds of the crew were occupied with hints of delicious aromas wafting from the galley and an imminent glass of sangria. Then the fishing line, which had been cast almost disdainfully from the stern by an unoccupied member of the crew, began to twitch and tremble. Stefano, with panther-like reactions, left the washing he was hanging and leapt into action, declaring war with the Monster. The battle raged: he pulled; the Beast pulled back. Shimmering blue and gold flashed out across the water as the Sea Giant thrashed, twisted and turned to the bitter end. But Stefano, after a war of physical and mental stamina, brought the Monster to his mercy. In the meantime, anxious crew on deck had brought forth tools and blades, and the exhausted Beast was hauled on deck to the prepared area. The Monster was hurriedly sedated and, taking a cleaver, and with a flash of the blade in the sun, Brad brought the weapon down upon the dazed fish. We had slayed the Great Sea Giant.
Well....sort of. We caught a Mahi Mahi, measuring in at a whopping metre long. Brad did an excellent job of filleting the thing, and said fillets are currently sitting in the fridge ready for a bbq later today. Good times.