The ocean is swirling, the mist flowing over the water surface when the whitecaps roll, creating an endless horizon of possibilities. The sky is a never-ending stairway that produces a prism of clouds and colors that could be only described as a moment of time captured just for you. Think about that for a second. When you are on the ocean time is all you have.
The creaking of the boat echoes with each swell. The salt air is now a part of you as you look out to the endless horizon which seems to swallow the sun and holds up the moon and back again. The lines are taught, the laughter is boisterous, and the captain’s stern stare makes you want to punch him in the face; however, he is the captain and you are there to listen, learn, and gain experience, not to question whether or not you like him at the moment.
The line snaps out. You hear, “Fish on,” yelled from the wheel house. Fish on! Get on it! What was once filled with laughter becomes a sense of urgency filled with adrenaline and anticipation; after all, what is in the depths below is unknown.
Then you hear it, “Breach. Breach”. You look up, and then you see a 200+ pound mako shark leaping out of the water and splashing down. He’s running. He’s running. Breach again and again. The stern is bearing down. Get on it. Get it! He’s at the back. He’s going under the boat. He’s running. BAM. He’s gone. The line snapped.
So, the mist flows over the surface and is all around. The laughter returns to its boisterous levels; the creaking goes back to its pitch and roll and once again the horizon of colors is changing to a blue pearl. The luminescence of the jellyfish engulfs the boat and you are surrounded by a timeless beauty difficult to capture in words. This is a captured moment of time, one not to be forgotten, and yet not dissimilar to countless other experiences at sea.
See you in the next post!