You have a way with words, my friend. This actually stirs up memories of my childhood on Maui and the Big Isle. I had a swashbuckling fisherman and dive instructor of a father who lived and died by the sea. I do not remember the exact names of the buoys, but I remember well circling around the double lettered giant sized bobbers; the ahi, mahi and ono that we caught and the profile of my father behind the helm of his pirate fishing ship, set against the blue sky, the smell of the Hawaiian ocean mixed with diesel and fiberglass and the squid we would use to chum the water.

Mahalo for this share that has brought up some nice memories for me.