First of all, don’t believe anyone who says that spearing fishing in the middle of the night, in the middle of the ocean is easy. Or, fun. That, on its face, should have been a warning to me that I was down the road to madness.
Second of all. It came from a friend who was known for flights of fancy from which there was rarely a good result. Read, I helped chain a toilet to the library in the middle of the night. I still can’t understand what statement we were making or why I did it. Well, it was Jack.
So this call should have set off some alarm bells.
Third, never believe anyone who says that you can see really well at midnight 200 yards from shore standing of the bodies of ancient crustaceans, frozen in place by time and some kind of krazy glue. I should have known better especially after I was given the lantern and told to lead the way out in the middle of the ocean on a tiny sliver of reef.
You know I didn’t really want to spear sleeping fish anyway. But, when Jack speared some gigantic thing, an eel will big teeth and green eyes, I was all the more concerned. This concern moved to panic and the sense of impending doom when the eel bit his way through the bag holding all of our nocturnal victims and leaped onto the reef and into the thigh level water in which we were marinating. I ran hysterically into a deep hole in the reef.
When I surfaced, with the lantern in my hand, it was completely black and peaceful, as if I were in the stomach of an angry eel. I thought I might have already been dead. I certainly wanted to be considering the eel that was probably ready to finish me off.
‘’Spearfishing is going to be really fun’’, Jack said. Never again.
Although, I do recall an episode where someone put all the furniture in the principal’s office on the roof of the school. I don’t know if it was just a story, a dream or another adventure with Jack.