(You'll notice there's a recurring theme since we reached the tropics, and it ain't fishing - Liss)
Today we started from Butterfly Bay, Whitsundays, and began our longest passage yet. It was really rocky! We took turns doing watch. Mum was helming, we were lounging round in the cockpit and dad was sleeping (nude) and we had all our sails out. It was almost dark. That’s when the fish decided to bite. “NNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!” went the reel. “Fiiiiiiiiiiiissssh!” went Mum, and “Aarrgggghh!” went Dad (nude). Dad raced up the steps (nude) and grabbed the rod (nude). We started furling the sails. Dad, reeling in the fish (nude) yelled, “It’s a tuna!” Dad for some reason brought the fish into the cockpit; it flopped around and hit the floor. “Eeeeeeekk!” went everybody, leaping out of the way.
Tuna = sea chicken.
Hot tip for Dad: sleep in boardies.