"Look out, here comes another one!" was my dad's excited cry as he swung another big pulsating squid over the side and into the cockpit area of my Swiftcraft. As usual he was so hyped up at the thought of having fresh calamari on the barbecue that night that he was oblivious to everyone and everything around him. I knew what was coming, but I had nowhere to run so I just braced myself. The angry squid unloaded a jet-propelled stream of black, snotty ink all over myself, my wife Carolyn and half the starboard side of the boat. Despite the barrage of protests, dad in his typical manner just giggled to himself and then resumed casting the Yo Zuri for his favourite seafood meal. I on the other hand was left to quickly clean up the mess before another uncontrollable ink dispenser came aboard.
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