Fishing is something my Dad passed down from his father to me and my brothers and sisters so I felt I should go on this trip to be more like my Dad and be a part of this line of fishermen in our family.
Feeling the full effects of sea sickness, I staggered up out of my cubby up to the deck of the boat. I looked out, with my eyes squinting from adjusting to the light of the day, and I saw fishermen scrambling for bait or a spot to cast off the stern of the boat. I could see my brother standing near Dad who was fighting the first fish of the trip. He was the one who yelled, “Fresh one!” as it was one of the phrases that he used whenever one of us hooked on to a fish. My Dad, being an experienced fisherman, had no trouble bringing in the first Yellowfin Tuna of the trip. As soon as that fish hit the deck my Dad saw me and handed me his rod and told me to start fishing because he knew the fishing would get my mind off my stomach and the seas sickness. I did not believe it would work but I still reluctantly grabbed the rod and reached in the bait tank for a bait and started fishing next to my brother. After about two minutes my brother and a few others had hooked on to fish and