Posted by: adventuressetravels | January 29, 2011

It’s a Bird, It’s a Plane, It’s Calamari!?

Motoring along the sun-kissed light sand beach of Long Island, Bahamas our dinghy skimmed over the transparent shallow waters.  We had spent the day combing the beach for shells and whatever treasures the sea had deposited on her shores.

According to locals quite a few Cubans took refuge in the Bahamas before trying to make their way to the US.  Unfortunately many a boat had met their ultimate demise off the coast of long island.   What looked like an entire family’s clothes littered the sand, from a little girl’s dress, to several pairs of children’s shoes and innumerable rags of what were doubtlessly, at one point, adults’ clothing.   I did my best not to think of what could have become of this family, in hopes that the clothes were all that had been lost.

After a day of exploring the coast in the hot sun we were heading back to the boat anchored a little way off the shore.  Smiling with wonder I watched the schools of flying fish jump out of the water ahead of us.  Catching the sea breeze they glided to safety soaring incredible distances on their aerodynamic little wings. How could they stay out of water so long, I marveled.

Without warning a school burst out of the water to the side of our boat.

“Eeeeek!”  I yelped in surprise, as with a splat, one of the little creatures hit me in the arm.  I watched the others launch themselves safely over the dinghy.

I looked around the bottom of the dinghy and didn’t see any casualities.  The little guy sure had momentum if he’d hit me and still made it across to the other side of the dinghy and the water!

“What do you think those were?” the captain asked.

“Flying fish,” I replied, wondering why he’d even asked.  What else could they be?

“Nope.  Calamari!”  He held up the form of a little squid.  “He inked all over the back of the boat!”

I couldn’t believe it.  I had no idea  squid could even fly, let alone flew in schools but there the little guy was.  Next step: find a way to harvest flying squid.  I wouldn’t mind having fresh calamari for a change.  Harvest them without the ink, that is.  It took us weeks of cleaning, scrubbing, draining, and salt-water rinses to get all of the black ink out of the back of the dinghy.

This was the flying squid that inked our dinghy. He currently resides in our freezer.

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