The water is clear, and we can see dozens of colourful Caribbean fish. You know I am afraid of them, but you convince me to put my hand into the water. When I do, a huge flat fish with yellow eyes and turquoise and red racing stripes bites my hand, and will not let go. I swing my hand up of the water, trailing a rainbow of water droplets and shouting madly. The fish stays clamped on.
