OF COURSE
We had been at a salt lake. Duck Cay they called it. It was a very beautiful island. Trees everywhere and a salt lake in the middle of everything. But there was a problem. When I was getting out of the boat, I was scared. I didn’t want to go into the salt water because of my eczema. But my dad, of course, threw me into the water anyway. The second I hit the water, my body instantly felt like there was a horde of angry bees attacking me. The worst part: my sandals were soaked. That meant that every time I started to dry off, my feet still stung because of the wet sandals. We collected salt from the lake and left the island. Of course, I got wet again.
When we got back into the speedboat, Sam, one of the employees at the private island we were staying at, told us that he had his fishing rod and that there were baracuda in the water. He also said that the baracuda make great dinners. I went first because it was something to take my mind off of the searing pain covering my body. The hook went into the water. Then we started moving slowly to trick the fish. The line was slack for a few minutes. I felt a small tug, but when I alerted the others they told me that it was probably just a rock or something that fishing hooks usually get caught on. After a few more minutes I was about to give up and hand the rod to someone else. But then, all of a sudden, my rod tip went straight towards the ocean, even under my firm grip.
“I GOT ONE!” I yelled at the others.
Everyone ran over to help me catch the fish, but I told them that I had it. They backed off while I fought the beast. The fish was so heavy. Even after all my yanks and reeling, I felt like I was the one being caught. Finally the carnivore came out of the water. Then it went straight back into the water. I yanked, and yanked, and yanked some more, but it wasn’t coming out of the sea. My arms started to get tired. I didn’t believe I could do it anymore. But of course, one last yank made it flying out of the water, and straight toward me. It landed on the deck with a weird, sticky “SLAP”! Sam got up and walked over to us when the boat stopped. He pulled out his knife and stabbed the wretched fish. Then he threw it into a cooler on the side of the boat. All I wanted to do was dry off, but of course, Sam told me to sit down on top of the cooler so that the fish wouldn't escape. At first I didn’t know what he meant because of the fact that he stabbed the fish with his knife. But I then realised that the fish wanted more when the fish slammed it’s body up against the cooler. Thirty minutes later we had two more friends join the party inside of the cooler. Of course, my older brother caught both of them. Then we started to head back to Hummingbird Cay, the island we were staying at for the majority of the vacation.
When we got back to the island I took a look around. There was a dock, and all if the bungalows. THere was a bungalow for resting, dining, cooking, and 2 for sleeping. The island was a bohemian island, so of course it was beautiful. Everything looked like paradise there. Even the construction sites! You might ask “How are construction sites pretty?” Well they weren’t. But the water below the horizon was. When I was done looking around, I came with Sam. We gutted the fish. First, Sam took out his knife and peeled of all of the scales from the fish to make it cookable. Then he chopped of the tails and the heads and took off the meat of the fish. He threw all of the inedible parts of the fish and threw them into the water with all of the nurse sharks. One of the fish, while it was waiting to be slaughtered, had flies all over it. The blood must have attracted all of them. While the fish was waiting one of the flies climbed onto it’s face and, of course, started walking on the eyeball of the fish. Poor thing, it couldn’t even blink. Sam went inside of the kitchen after he gutted the fish, and got started on our dinner. I made a special request for him to boil the heads of the fish so that we could take home the barracuda teeth, and of course, he did just that.
The dinner looked delicious when it was finished but Sam forgot that I had a allergy to egg and made the coating of the fish with egg. So I ate a hot dog instead. Those people had some real quality hot dogs. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. The water streaming in my face as we went on the speedboat, the beautiful bungalows we stayed in to sleep. And I even have a souvenir, the fish teeth. I had always planned to make a necklace out of them, but I never really got to doing it. Now I have a bag full of fish teeth inside of my room. Yeah, I’m not weird at all or anything like that… but I loved the trip, of course.
