Wow! I love going deep sea fishing on our boat. I was excited when my dad hadasked me if I wanted to go this weekend. We departed that Saturday morning after almosta week of sheer anticipation, our destination, Port Canaveral, home of of some of the bestfishing on the east coast of Florida.The sea is a very dangerous place when riled by a storm, even a mild one, so wealways made sure the day would be at least close to perfect before we ventured out intothe blue darkness of the open sea. My dad and I had seen the destruction careless boaterscould get themselves into, and we did our best to avoid it. That Saturday, though, lookedas if it were a perfect offshore fishing day. The sky was cl ...view middle of the document...
We ended up fishing for about four morehours and landed an incredible number of large fish, and we wanted more. The three of usscanned the surface for more action, and found nothing of interest but what looked like astorm cloud moving towards us at an unknown velocity about fifteen miles north of us, sowe decided to start heading in towards shore. About half an hour later and about seventeen miles out, still not enough to see land, we realized that the storm had actually beenmoving toward us, almost intercepting our course toward the port. Without any doubtwe'd pass it before it crossed our path, we proceeded onward in the same direction.'Damn, I'd hate to get stuck in that storm', we said to each other as we watchedthe lightning and complete darkness of it as it overtook about a five mile radius of oceansurface. But as we watched this awesome sight from a short, but safe distance, werealized that it was moving a lot faster than we were. From that point on our confidencelevel started diminishing and our fears of the ocean started escalating, we weren't going toget by this storm. My dad punched the 200 horsepower motor and our hearts andadrenaline were pumping incredibly. Soon the storm had yet engulfed us in it's fury andrage. The light turned to utter blackness, the sunshine turned to pelting rain and a lightshow courtesy of the lightning bolts flashing at least every five seconds, the one to twofoot swells had turned into an entourage of seven to eight foot white caps which our boatwas incapable of handling, and more importantly, our confidence from a good day offishing had turned into a handful of desperate pleas for help. The rain had been so harshand plentiful that I could barely look up to see what...
