By James Q. Morrison
"Remember sonny, there is always a bigger fish", the sailor had said to me before the crew of the 'Silver Spear II' set sail for the first time. The sea is a dangerous place to be; more so when you're sailing in a rusty and crusty bathtub like the 'SSII'.
It is some sort of an initiation ritual for newbie sail-hunters, to try and catch the biggest game possible in their first trip. It is also some sort of funerary ritual most times. It is not uncommon (quite common actually) to never see the young aspiring sail-hunters again. Not that I'm afraid, though. We are a very competent crew, with a competent captain and a smart first mate.
Yeah, we are ready. We've been ready since we were born, or at least that's what Captain White has been telling us since I have memory. And I believe in him. And he believes in us.
Now, our goal isn't to take down those huge fish, with razor-sharp skin and dorsal fins as tall as towers. Their scales are so though, that blacksm