We've been dragging a fishing lure behind us for the past half hour and Paul got a bite just a few minutes ago. It felt big. I turned the boat downwind to slow it down a little to help Paul reel the fish in. What would it be: tuna, dorado, marlin? Unfortunately we'll never know. This one got away.
A few minutes later a flying fish the size of a robin buzzed out of the water and went gliding over the swells like an albatross for a hundred yards. They're better flyers than I realized. It would be interesting to see a million years into the future just to see how they've evolved. They'll probably have turned into really strange-looking birds by then.
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