A common topic I keep bringing up on these blogs when we are sailing is the significant decline in the amount of sea life we see in the last 20yrs. We haven't seen a bird for days, and there have been no flying fish on deck since we left New Zealand. If there is one thing I hate, it's fish. I don't harbor a grudge or have a petty personal vendetta against them, but they are just so unpredictable, especially out of the water. They are slimy, so I don't like to touch them, and they stink. So how is it that in a few million square miles of ocean where I haven't seen a flying fish in weeks, the only one around can land within an inch of me? And not only that, but the entire cockpit is screened off with clear vinyl around the sides and back, and the front has glass windows. One of the windows was open just enough for a flying fish, after having calculated trajectory, wind resistance, and the optimum time to instill the maximum amount of shock, to slip through and land di...