The fight of Jack Crevalle

The one that didn’t get away

Photo courtesy of Christina the Great

The night’s breeze combed the hair from my forehead, tickling its way into the sails, pushing Tally Ho methodically through unseen waves.

The inky darkness rendered a calmness over Amber and me, having spent many nights at sea on our forty-three-foot sailboat. It would be our crew’s, Christina, Jack, and Chava’s, first night passage and begged…