Posted by: adventuressetravels | June 29, 2010

The Ocean’s Delivery Service

“See the flying fish?” Looking up from the navigation station, B pointed out across the water. We had left the safe harbor of Florida’s Intercoastal Waterway ages ago and the freedom was marvelous. Out on the open ocean, no land in sight. This was where I belonged.

 I got up from the table I had been writing at, to look where he was pointing. At first I didn’t see anything but water and waves. Then, suddenly, there they were. One fish, two fish… Sure enough, they were everywhere! The tiny little forms leapt out of the water and effortlessly skimmed across the waves. Most plunked right back into the water in a foot or so, but every so often the wind would catch one just right and it would glide for what seemed like an eternity.

I couldn’t believe it. I’d heard of them, of course, but I had no idea that they were so common. All day we saw them, and the next too. Were we in some kind of flying fish Mecca? No, B told me. There were flying fish all over the world. Evidently a standard breakfast for Cuban fishermen was frying up flying fish that had flown overboard during the night. The little things were blind at night, and a few almost always ended up on board. He had a recipe for them saved on his computer he’d been curious to try it out ever since he’d read about it in The Old Man and the Sea.

“They are only little guys; they don’t get much bigger than that” B held two fingers up, about four inches apart to demonstrate. “But when you get a whole mess of them on board I guess they can make a pretty tasty breakfast.”

I was all for frying a few up in the morning if they got caught on our boat. Breakfast just jumping right onto your boat. It was like the ocean’s delivery service. You couldn’t get much better than that.


  1. Damn, that sound’s so easy if you think about it.

  2. Great idea, but will this work over the long run?

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