It would be several more hours before the sun announced the East. Late night revellers were staggering in as our brave adventurers were heading out. It was a dark night. The kind of night where the moon doesn't even dare show it's face. Captain Mudo took a dead reckoning on Venus and pushed the throttles forward. The twin diesels roared to life and through the darkness our heroes set out on their latest quest. A treasure the natives simply call Azul. The Blue Marlin. The most elusive and prized game fish in the sea.It took an hour to cross the treacherous ocean to reach Azul's feeding grounds, but the prize would be worth it. In the predawn light the lines were set, the game was on. It was just a matter of time. "Mira! Mira!" (Look! Look!) broke the morning calm. All eyes scanned the horizon, a blue fin sliced through water. Phwack, ZZZZZZZ The marlin had struck. The first mate Carlos tore the rod from it's sheath, and with two strong pulls, the hook was set. Line screamed from the reel as the marlin ran for it's life. The First son (Darrin) took the chair. The battle began. Azul would rather die than be caught. He dove, then ran then leapt into the sky. The savvy fish tried all the weapons in his arsenal, but he was no match for the might of the first son. They battled for over half an hour, but eventually the mammoth fish had spent his last. The exausted foe was pulled along side, the line was cut and the bewildered beast returned back to the sea. The first son saluted his foe and cried out "til we meet again". Exhausted he fell back in his chair as the mighty Azul disappeared from sight.
The lines were reset, and it wouldn't be long until the familiar sound cut through the silence. Phwack ZZZZZZZ, the outrigger was hit. Once again line raced from the reel. Two more strong pulls, and the hook was set. The Second son (Brian) took the chair. Round Two began. This fish was a monster, over seven feet long, and all muscle. He took to the sky immediately, leaping for
all it's worth. Once, twice three times it breached the surface. Then it dove, dove deep. For every two feet of line reeled one was wrenched back out. This giant would not quit. He would not be brought in. He fought until his heart exploded. Sadly he was brought on board. He never knew our intentions and he will never know freedom again. He fought to his last breath, but he met his match this day. His death angered the sea and it turned against them. The swells rose, the ship was rocked. To compare yourself as a flea to the ocean is to exaggerate your relevance by a million fold. The sea does not know you are there, and it certainly doesn't care. Finally, having accomplished their goal, our brave adventurers said "No Mas" and headed back to port. They went in search of the mighty Azul, but it was the great blue that had the last laugh this day.
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