"It's a bonito! Bonito! Tighten the drag!"
"I've never seen one of those."
"Loosen the drag!" yelled the old gentleman in the baggy business suit.
Fishermen were jostling me, yelling at me and at each other, yanking at their own rods, trying to reel as they lifted their rods over or passed them under the rods of their neighbors in futile attempts to make some sense of the huge tangle of lines.
"Outta my way!"
'What the hell's a bonito doing here?"
"Who hooked the damn thing?"
"Watch it, creep!"
"What's a bonito?"