A fish tale (A true story)

Captain No-Beard and his crew of less than ten merry men got on board of the, smaller than I hoped for, fishing boat at the crack of pre-dawn. We were ready to embark on a day of fishing in the warm, deep, blue waters of the Indian Ocean.  Our anxious faces couldn’t hide the hope of a fruitful day without puking.  Which is why we have been popping pills like The Desperate Housewives of Everywhere.

If you willingly accept a swig of the skipper’s concoction from hell, which he lovingly calls Neptune-juice, at five in the morning, then you’re either an alcoholic or a pirate.  We choose to associate ourselves with the skull-and-bone-black-flag type.

Shortly after getting on board we were cruising out of the harbor, catching the first rays of the sun as it peeked over the water. Continue reading

What will it be?

I’ve been invited to go on a deep sea fishing expedition.  This shouldn’t be confused with me being invited to the premiere of Deadpool, which I wasn’t.  Even though the latter would cause everlasting happiness and joy in my soul.  The former…Not so much.  Why am I going then?  I’m not really sure to be perfectly honest.  I’ve never done it, so maybe it is a bucket list thing.  A few of my mates are going, so maybe I’m just one big sucker for peer pressure.

So here I’m off, all Captain Nemo and shit. Continue reading