It had been an exhausting day and his heart pounded. Feeling hungry, he saw something in the distance.
‘Food,’ he thought and rushed over to a white suspended object and took a large bite. He gagged as he felt searing pain shooting through his mouth. Panic set in and he struggled to breathe as water rushed past his face before he was yanked into an unfamiliar atmosphere. Feeling helpless, afraid, and confused, he hurtled toward a large object until darkness engulfed him.
“Look matey, I’ve caught one,” said Spock with a beaming smile. He swung up the rod and grabbed the little fish.
Stu looked at the sprat now flapping in Spock’s palm and tutted. “Yes mate, it’s a monster. With any luck it would cover a Ritz cracker,” said Stu sounding unimpressed. “Put it back in the sea and maybe you will catch it again when it grows up to be two inches long,” he chuckled.
Spock frowned, “Huh, so what have you caught then Captain Birdseye, hmm?” asked a disgruntled, but proud, Spock.
Stu smirked as he continued fishing from the rocks in Pattaya bay.
The lads had been fishing for almost three hours now, with the only result being the baby Quoy parrotfish, now housed in Spock’s large mauler. He de-gorged the hook from the fish’s mouth and mumbled. “Another exciting day in paradise.”
Spock put the small fish into a rock pool and watched it swim away into the warm South China Sea.
‘It has been a bloody exciting day; it’s a hard life being a fish,’ pondered the little Quoy. This thought was quickly followed by, ‘Oh bollocks!’ before swimming into the gaping jaws of a passing barracuda.