The Hungry Dog

This is my story of a swordfishing adventure to the fishing grounds of the Windward Passage. “We smoked a joint on the stern and turned in for the night. In my bunk I lay down and thought of what to expect of the next few days, watching the lights of Cocoa Beach drift by, thinking of all the blond babes in the nightclubs and bars on the strip, watching the castle lights of Ron Jon—the biggest surf shop on the East Coast—pondering what would lie ahead. When would I return? Would I ever return? Would we fill the hold with giant swordfish and make lots of money, or would we be skunked and come home to make another trip or break even? Arrrr! Was this a fantasy dream? Soon I got the willies in my gut from the up and down motion of the ride. Then I slept.”