The Fishermen and the Sea The boats line up in the treacherous rock-filled channel. The boats sway to and fro as the waves roll six feet high. The boats of fishermen have come from near and far to Walkers Cay. The boats have come for fun, for competition, in a tournament for the big blue marlin of the deep blue sea. And from the pink and green and blue old English clapboard houses The locals …showed first 75 words of 299 total…

…showed last 75 words of 299 total…with a hook to prepare the rod for fishing. A fisherman, tired from last night’s festivities, lays down on the gunwale to rest. A fisherman sneaks, stealthily, aft to relieve himself of the dreaded affliction of seasickness. And I, on my Father’s boat, look to the blue sea for that momentary glimpse of the dorsal fin that excites all fishermen, and feeds the fisherman’s soul as the blue springs feed the river.