Things that Go Bump in the Night

Well, not so much bump as kettle drum with arrhythmia.

None of us checked our watches, so all we know is that somewhere between Sunday and Monday, when it was very dark despite a gibbous moon, someone or something began to play a terrible tattoo on our foredeck—right over our berth. WW shot up and stuck his head out the hatch to see what was going on. 

Our guests cowered in their berth, thinking we were under attack.

“What is it?”

“I don’t know.”

Whacketa whack thwackety whackety…

“It’s a fish.”

I started for the deck to rescue the poor wee thing, but its efforts proved successful and it managed to whacketa-thwack itself back into the water.

WW reported the fish had been about 2.5 or 3 feet long (wee thing, indeed). It had leapt aboard following a smaller fish it wanted for dinner. We knew this because we found the tail end of a small fish on the foredeck in the morning. Well, I guess half its meal is better than none.

Jolly exciting. Nature red in tooth and claw. You can’t say we don’t offer the full safari experience on our island tours.