Benji and I navigated Rocinante through the labyrinth of coral heads to the sandy-bottom anchorage after a long day underway. With the anchor down, the sail furled, and nothing but bright sun and turquoise around us, we donned our snorkel and mask, and jumped in.
As usual, I practiced my free dive a few times. Ben, who is much better than I am, was able to dive all the way down and touch the seafloor. I fell short by a few feet. Next time, though. I’ll keep practicing.
We swam over to the anchor to have a look. The chain had moved across the bottom making a ripple pattern in the sand. Interrupting the pattern was a small trail, which we followed to the end. There we found conch dragging himself along, insouciantly unaware that we were hovering so close. I watched for a while as he stretched out his legs, dragged himself a few inches, and tucked back into his house.
Benji grabbed me suddenly with a start and I turned around to see what he was pointing at. There before us was a large silver fish about three feet long. It had a big shiny eye staring right at me. I’m not as brave as Ben so I began making my way back toward Rocinante tugging Ben along with me. The fish was gone. I would swim by the boat for a while. That would be better.
But, our fish friend was waiting for us at the boat and smartly positioned himself right in front of the swim ladder.
I waited, hoping he would swim away.
He waited, eyeing me with that polished marble eye.
I waited some more.
That’s when he bared his teeth.
First he opened and closed his mouth showing us two rows of large canine teeth. Then, when that wasn’t enough, he stuck out his lower jaw seemingly dislocating it and expanding his mouth large enough to swallow a healthy grapefruit whole. Open and close, open and close.
That’s when chivalry died and it became every man (or woman) for himself. Ben dashed left, and I dashed right.
The fish followed Ben as he started away from the boat, then turning suddenly Ben darted back to the ladder and climbed up just as the fish swam past him and directly toward me. By that time I had made it to Rocinante’s stern. Hanging from the solar panel arch over the transom is a long fat rope. We used this monkey vine to climb aboard before we installed a proper ladder. I tried to reach for the rope, but we hadn’t deployed it and instead it laid just out of reach, draped over the stern rail. I grabbed the Monitor steering gear, and scrambled up – swinging my leg over one strut and reaching higher and higher until I was hanging upside-down just above the surface of the water with Big Tooth swimming circles inches below me.
“Help me,” I screamed with my snorkel still in my mouth. Ben was now aboard Rocinante and standing over me on the stern deck. “Give me something to climb on,” I burbled though the snorkel. “What,” Ben burbled back, for in our panic he had forgotten to take his snorkel out of his mouth too. I spat the snorkel out, “Hurry,” I shouted as I looked over my shoulder to see Big Tooth still circling close below me. When Ben finally lowered the monkey vine and I was able to climb aboard, we breathed a sigh of relief.
I looked in a few books aboard Rocinante and identified Big Tooth as a circumtropical great barracuda, which can grow up to six feet long. They are territorial fish who feed aggressively on other fish by chopping them in half and eating the severed pieces. There are records of them attacking humans, but it is rare. A danger sign can include elaborate head and jaw movements.
Maybe he was under the boat to get into the shade and his jaw movement was a tired, uninterested yawn. Or, maybe he was strategically guarding the ladder and awaiting his attack, baring his teeth in a menacing way to show us who is king around here.
Until fish can talk, we’ll never know.
By the way – we moved 50 miles the next day. When we set our anchor, another great barracuda was hanging out just under our rudder. Not to worry – we know that most barracuda’s aren’t interested in humans. We’ve swam with them plenty.
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Here is a video we shot with the GoPro – once we got back on the boat. Big Tooth stayed with us the entire day and next day.