Hook Line and Sinker

Me, my brother Tom and Uncle Pat were on a fishing holiday three men in a rowing boat way out in Dublin Bay we anchored up and cast six rods over a sunken wreck hoping for the catch of our lives to haul onto the deck hours passed with the floats just bobbing up and down Tom fell asleep and Pat sat watching with a frown a ferry passed by and the swell nearly made us capsize as I held onto the sides Pat stood there with staring eyes his float had gone and the rod had bent double I woke Tom up and told him we were in trouble Pat grabbed the rod and with all the strength he had he struck the line which went straight down, oh man this was bad the boat began to list quite far and water was gushing in we started bailing out, but Pat held firm he stood there with a grin he had a bite that was pulling hard the line shot under the keel only one fish had the strength for this, it was a giant conger eel Tom rummaged through the tackle and handed Pat a knife we shouted ‘cut the line’ or this fish could take a life but he heaved and reeled then shouted ‘get the gaff’ we saw his head and great big teeth and said ‘you’re having a laugh’ Tom grabbed an oar and whacked it’s head, the oar it broke in two Pat’s foot was in the firing line and the eel snapped at his shoe the eel it thrashed; we kicked and lashed the eel half out the boat but the eel was having none of it and was going for Pat’s throat the screams were heard by other boats who came to our rescue the next we knew the eel was dead killed by god knows who? a harpoon in it’s head stuck out and we were showered in blood Pat saw blood gushing from his foot, then fell with a sickening thud we climbed aboard the other boat, the eel it was their prize we lost our boat and rods, half a shoe plus two toes, It’s the truth, I tell no lies…. © 21/2/2014 For Caleb's Contest...Now it has been judged I can say it is all true....