The Sea Was Calling
For years, I’d wanted to go boating in the Bahamas, but hadn’t had the chance. This past month, though, I was able to take Kairi, my beautiful, beloved yacht (don’t tell the Mrs. I said that!), out to the salty, churning sea.
It’s usually a pleasure to bring family along for fishing trips, but this time, I wanted to head out alone—just me, Kairi, a grill, a rod, and a whole lot of fish.
It was an unbelievable journey, but I’ll let you in on a secret: I had to get stitches!
Enjoying The Peacefulness of The Sea
A Bahamian sunset is always a spectacle. Come evening, I would wind down and watch the light dance over the water with a piña colada in hand. “This,” I would think to myself, “is the life.” What a miracle to be away from my cell phone and the chaos of city life!
Going For the Big One
There’s always a fish that will elude you no matter how hard you try to snag it. One of my life goals is to catch a blue marlin, but it has always escaped my hook.
Blue marlins live in the tropical parts of the Atlantic Ocean, the Indian Ocean, and the Pacific Ocean. My best bet seemed to be to search in the Bahamas because it’s their national fish!
Unfortunately, after many days of fishing, I left emptyhanded, but maybe I’ll have better luck on my next trip!
I Claimed an Island for Myself
Although I love the ocean, being out there for too long can be exhausting. There’s no better place to recoup some of your energy than on an island!
The day began normally: I fished in the morning and cooked my catches on the grill. Then, I checked my map and headed for a nearby island, which turned out to be uninhabited, so I had a private beach all to myself.
I had no idea that there are so many uninhabited islands in the Bahamas! After touring the perimeter, securing a few catches, and erecting a giant sandcastle, I returned to my ship, but not before writing “JACK WAS HERE” in giant letters on the beach.
You Wanna Know How I Got This Scar?
Batman puns aside, I had a bit of an accident.
I’m normally very careful when I fish, but for some reason, when I cast my hook one day, it ended up in my cheek! Now I know what it feels like to be a guppy.
The ensuing hospital visit cut the trip short. I was incredibly embarrassed when the doctor asked how I’d gotten injured, but he laughed, said it was a rather common occurrence, then took out the hook and sutured my cheek shut.
When I returned home and had my stitches removed, there was a bit of a scar. Battle wounds can be attractive, but this one was pretty unsightly, so I felt the need to do something about it.
How I Got Rid of The Scar
Had the scar come from a shark attack, I might have kept it. But as someone who cares deeply about perception, I didn’t want anyone to inquire about the accident, and wanted even less to have a long white line on my face.
After researching solutions, I settled on laser resurfacing, which turned out to be quite effective; after just one session, the scar was nowhere near as noticeable as it was before.
The best part about this treatment, though, is that it made the rest of my skin look better, too; when I checked myself in the mirror, I felt as if time had been turned back! Maybe I should get into more hook “accidents.”
This Won’t Stop Me from Boating Again
Of course, my little mishap won’t deter me from pursuing my hobby. There are definitely hazards associated with fishing and boating, but then again, there are risks in everything!
The injury, if you can believe it, has actually amplified my appreciation for the sport and lifestyle of fishing. Once I finish my remaining laser resurfacing sessions, I’ll get right back on the open sea and keep chasing that sneaky blue marlin!
