Mahi Mahi

I walked back from the foredeck. I was in the cockpit when David asked me to spin some tunes. I went down below to get the iPod and speaker. I found the iPod and speaker, but not the cord. Suddenly, I heard Porter say:"is it a mahi-mahi?

"What was a mahi-mahi?" I asked myself as I climbed back up into the cockpit. Porter and Daddy were reeling in a fish that Porter had just caught. They pulled it out of the water and Daddy started to filet the fish. It actually was a mahi-mahi. 

As daddy was filleting it, Gina yelled, "Dolphin! A dolphin is right there!"She pointed to the water on the port side, just forward of the cockpit. Then, it appeared on the starboard side. Its fin surfaced and then disappeared as it dove down. We turned our attention to the fish again. "That is four fish we have caught," I said. One while crossing the Atlantic, one on the sail between Statia and Saba, one while going to Anegada, and one now. The one Porter caught on the trip to Anegada, we threw back because it was too small to keep.

Ten minutes later, we ate the mahi-mahi. It was served raw on a plate with lemon juice. The fish really was delicious. And I thought it was satisfying that Porter had caught another fish. I say satisfying because it is a great accomplishment for Porter who is really into fishing. I am proud of my brother and I was glad to eat a fresh, home-caught mahi-mahi.

 After we ate the fish, Daddy found the cord and I played some entertaining music for everyone in the cockpit. To me, the music felt like a small celebration for catching a fish.  – Jack Rabbit