Jack would like to make a YouTube channel. Ha! It feels like vlogging is one small step away. Most sailing blogs are vlogs these days. Trust me to stay in the stone age with my alphabet method. I prefer it this way, though sailing lends itself to the video format – with its scenery and the goings-on. Overall, it’s probably easier to describe the wind and the sails and the lean-to and the adrenaline that makes your fingertips tingle using film.
But Jack doesn’t want to make a vlog about sailing. Well, sailing would be included in it but not the main function of the vlog. He wants to start a diving channel – for all of us on Quest. We can document the scuba diving around the way we live onboard. This means up early in the mornings to start the generator to fill dive tanks, and the work from then on. How we finish school after lunch and get kitted out. Putting all the gear in Edna; loading her like a happy camel and heading out.
The fun part. Jack took his first video on the Pamir wreck and down the at the concrete pier this weekend. He and Lu caught some coverage of fish and sea life – including a porcupine fish with neon, star shaped pupils. These are eyes which are surely both alien and Earth-bound. Is this the reason scientists suggest Earth’s underwater world is a better habitat for aliens than space? That what we’re looking for up there is actually down below. Kind of creepy, no?
But the porcupine fish wasn’t afraid of us. It was an open-hearted little critter. It came straight up and considered my underwater camera. Not many fish do that. It stared at the camera with its star-shaped eyes and finned like a helicopter in place. Its spines stayed flat on its body. I’ve never actually seen one puff out like they’re famous for. I suppose they must need to be really scared or angry. It would be a bad day for this little guy.
When the porcupine fish was finished, it was like ‘see you later humans, I’ve got a date on the other side of the pillar’. It was off, swimming through the metal pylons.
This is what Jack would like to capture for his channel. The moray eels we can’t help but compare to dogs – all snarl-y looking; but who we’ve heard secretly like to play. And they’re protective too of their friends, the crayfish. For example, when Jack tried to hook a cray in his fishing loop in Carlisle Bay, a six-foot eel as thick as your thigh came and placed itself in the loop instead. That was a back-away slowly moment. Meanwhile, the reef damselfish attack if you invade their territories too much for their liking. Territory being a sponge or a small piece of coral. Damselfish are about 4cm long. That is one aggressive fish jabbing at your wet suit. Thank goodness they’re not bigger.
Can you imagine if we see the really big critters? I’m not sure my heart could take it. Or actual aliens? Somebody start the compressions – and the sternum punch! It’s good to start small.