Flush with confidence, we’re primed for the hunt to
continue. Yann and I cling to the gunnel rope as Charlie slowly
maneuvers us through the slick. The engineer, standing in the
bow, scans the inky surface with his torch, which eventually
spotlights a second, slightly larger, species. Angled from below,
Yann’s beam paints a golden reflection of the delicate creature
against the surface. I back off several body lengths to catch my
breath and allow the water’s surface to settle into an opaque,
ripple-free sheen. I take my shot.
Back aboard the Paradise Dancer an hour or so later, after
viewing the night’s Photoshop-filtered images with high fives
and proud smiles, Yann, Charlie, the engineer, Claire, Wendy
and I bask in an aura of teamwork-engendered success as we
share a bottle of wine and a platter of ultra-fresh sashimi.
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