Day 14, and we’re close, to a Carribean Isle. Though a distance of 800, can take us quite a while. But we have the wind, the sails are full. The fishing lines are out. When down below while baking, I heard the ‘fish on’ shout. It was a whopper, no small thing. Two of the lines were tangled. And as the boys reeled in the catch, with a marlin they now wrangled. Now many boats would take on board, this marvel of the sea. But we all think, what is the point, in slaughtering such beauty. We don’t need the meat to eat. Our cameras tell the story. No need to hold it way up high, just for a moments glory. So as we reel the big fish in, we say a fond farewell. We cut the line and off she goes, with a splash of her big tail. So look below and you will see, the one we let away. We’ll all sleep well and feel relief, for it lives another day. I do admire the ethos. Of the guys we have on board. For that’s the one that saves the seas, from the fishermen who hoard. I returned down to my baking. Cookies cooling on the mat. But oh dear me my loaf of bread was looking somewhat flat!
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