That's what I heard.
"I ga agacuga"
which without the mouthpiece of my son's snorkel would have sounded something like
"it's a Barracuda"
and not just ANY Barracuda, an almost 5ft freggin monster.
About 6 feet from Logan.
Looking at us sideways through his shifty black eyes.


We were a mere 20 feet from the shore at Shoal Bay, where we always go on Sundays - Gwen's Reggea Bar, complete with steel drum band and Rum Punches.  Island Boy and I had gone out to snorkel while the rest of the kids went for a walk down the beach.  We saw some really neat fish, bigger than usual.  Bright blue, flat and 9 inches tall and a really big tiger striped thing.  The usual yellow, green, pink, purple and little white one's.

I guess we should have expected it.  Where there are little fish, there are bigger fish.  Where there are bigger fish, there are BIG fish.  But a 5ft Barracuda is a bit much and just last weekend we saw an episode of "I shouldn't be alive" where this couple got attacked by a  6ft Cuda.

But I guess the local fishermen always said "der are no shark hea, just some Cuda".
At least we won't get eaten by the feared predator, just by the fastest animal in the water so he can carry off our bitten off toes in a hurry.

Ask Island Boy what we did when we saw this see through and black striped monster and he'll tell you
"what any normal human being should do.  SCREAM AND PANIC!" which is half way true.  We didn't scream, I just grabbed Island Boy and put him on the other side of me and started swimming with him in toe as fast as I could.
Looking back, all I saw were bubbles.

I bet if I would have looked loser I would have seen a thoroughly amused fish laughing his ass off at the scared tourists