Blue Marlin

It was my birthday and my partner wanted to take a trip to Mazatlan, on the coast of Mexico. We decided to go deep-sea fishing so the next day. We got up very early and headed to the beach. We were in a small boat with two other men. We started out and the driver had hooked up our lines with leuers as big as my forearm. Well within one hour we hooked an eleven foot sail-fish, the beautiful beast took about 45 minutes to capture after putting up an admirable fight we landed him and put him inside the boat. As he died I remember his beautiful blue color turned to black. It wasn't pleasant, I felt a tinge of guilt because they were not eatable but only stuffed for show. I could just imagine how ridiculous this giant fish would look on my small apartment wall, We continued on our excursion and not even an hour later we hook another fish... who ever thought it would be the fisherman's dream...a blue marlin. This required some strength so the five of us took turns reeling her in. The marlin would jump out of the water and the captain would speed up the boat in her direction allowing us to reel the line in faster. Well we played this sordid game for five hours until the marlin died of exhaustion. Now dead it floated to the top of the water, black instead of blue from the loss of oxygen. We tied him to the side of the boat...he was over eleven feet and weighed 750 lbs. The captain hung out the blue flag and we drove back to shore to be welcomed by many from the small town. We were instant celebrities but my guilt was getting the best of me. How or why did I just kill these two beautiful animals, just for sport! ...barbaric.