Cutting through the cool blue waters, land in sight.
The engine blows about a mile away from shore and we grind to a halt. This will have to do and the searchlight is turned on. The brilliant white cuts through the darkness and we watch as it dances around the lapping waters.
Within moments we see one. We hold as it is panicking and we want to savour the moment. Finally, I nod.
The spear hits right between his eyes and he is thrown back.
“Should have used the tuna net,” Flipper says and we all laugh.
“Ahhkaa kahhkaa Ahhka”.