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Doesnât look much, does it? An astronomer lived there. Came all the way from California with his telescope, to see Halleyâs Comet.â
âIs he still there?â
She shakes her head. âI donât know and if I did know, Iâve forgotten. Over there is DâUrville Island. The bush was cleared by burning and when the smoke was over, the ground was littered with kiwi skeletons.â
Too much information! There are some things you donât need to think about. But both my grandparents have an appetite for the sensational, a genetic trait that is lacking in my father and me, but occasionally apparent in my sister. Melissa has a flair for the dramatic.
At a suitable moment, I say to Grandma, âDid you know that Melissa stabbed an inflatable castle to death with her spiky shoes?â
Grandma laughs. âYes, she told me. A pity no one filmed it.â
Thatâs exactly what I mean about being dramatic, my sister indulging in sensationalism even when she is responsible. The truth is she should have been too ashamed to mention it.
As we get close to DâUrville Island, Grandpa takes over the wheel and throttles back. He calls me up front to man the anchor. It turns out that anchoring a boat is not a simple matter. It requires knowledge of wind and tidal currents and the amount of chain and rope to be let out, approximately four times the length of the boat. This is a grapnel anchor like the skeleton of an umbrella, and suitable for these conditions, Grandpa says.
âHow do you know itâs suitable?â I ask.
âI just know,â he says, which is not helpful to some-one wanting information. Then he yells, âRight you are! Drop your lines.â
Our bait is frozen pilchard, half-thawed and very effective. The second my sinker hits the bottom, there is a heavy tug and my rod jiggles.
âWind it in!â yells Grandma. Her voice gets louder. âOh boy, oh boy! I got one!â
We wind in two big cod, almost black, and swing them over onto the deck. They flap close to our feet.
âGet them off the hook,â Grandma says. âBoth of them. I canât see to do it.â
Iâve caught fish before, herrings off the end of the wharf, and Mum or Dad has always taken them off the hook. Itâs not that Iâm afraid of cod, simply that no one has explained the technique for doing this. I touch the fishâs head and it goes into a spasm, jumping over my feet and tangling my line.
Grandma says, âGrab a cloth and hold it by its stomach. Go on, grab it! Thatâs right. The spines canât hurt you. Now hold it firmly and work the hook out.â
It is a very unpleasant task. I imagine how Iâd feel with a hook through my upper lip and then I think of the holes in Melissaâs ears. She sticks earrings in and out and it doesnât seem to hurt. Her friend Jacquie even has a couple of holes in her nose â and Iâm not talking about her nostrils.
Still holding the fish with the cloth, I drop it into the plastic bin. It thuds against the sides, desperate to get back to the sea. Itâs gross. Iâm not super keen on fish and if I have to eat it, Iâd prefer it came from a shop. But now I have to get the hook out of Grandmaâs cod. This one has swallowed the bait and the hook is deep inside. It all turns out a bit messy, and the fish looks quite dead when Iâve finished. I think of a lion biting a gazelle. I read somewhere that lions bite the back of the neck to break the spine so that their prey feels no pain. It would be good to know that fish, being cold-blooded, donât feel pain. That would be a logical assumption since they frequently take chunks out of each other.
Grandpa is taking Melissaâs fish off the hook and thatâs okay because she hates wet and slimy things. We now have four cod, all in about five minutes of fishing.
Straight away Grandma gets another, but this time itâs a small