The fin of the fish is the only visible sign that something is hitting the lure but you can feel the line and the fishing rod vibrate. The long beak is used to poke the perceived squid as the big slender fish wonders what strange variant of squid travels at 6 knots in the surface. The fisherman tries again and again to get the two large hooks to strike but the fish is still just playing with the squid. Suddenly, the hook is caught in the soft tissue at the base of the 40cm beak and the game becomes deadly serious. The fish measures 2.6m from beak to tail, but it cannot shake the hook that slowly digs deeper the more it resist. Even a series of jumps out of the water are in vain. On the boat, the fisherman reels in the line, centimeter by centimeter. The fish is close now and although the fishermen have seen it jump out of the water in the distance they are still uncertain of the size. The gaff is in the fish and they pull but only the head and first part of the body comes out of the water. The weight of the fish is too big for one man to lift and so one pulls the gaff while the other wrestles the body in an unorthodox rugby tackle. The fish slides over the railing and into the safe confines of the boat where the fish barely fits in the cockpit. The battle is over and the tension and adrenalin explodes into celebration. As the fishermen make their way to the anchorage for the night, they wonder what to do with a 50-60kg fish. Michael sees the boat approach the anchorage in front of his village. Although he is only 24 years old, he is in charge of communication with the boats that anchor here. The cruisers might be interested in buying some lobster or vegetables from the village. As he enters the boat he is greeted by a bunch of very happy people and the biggest fish he has ever seen although he has lived by the sea his entire life. The fishermen decides to give the fish to the village and Michael is thrilled at the thought of the feast the village will have after church the next day. He invites the fishermen to come to the village and drink the traditional kava with them and as the sun sets after a long and adventurous day, the fishermen tows his canoe with the fish to the village. And they all lived happily ever after... except for the sailfish which will live only in our memories.