Big Fish

Stark's yacht had been at sea for three days!

Surprisingly, the endless expanse of ocean hadn't bored anyone.

Everyone seemed to have found something they enjoyed. The women spent a little time sunbathing each day, enjoying their fiancés' sunscreen services, then went for a swim, grabbed something to eat, and chatted for a while...

The kids had gone completely wild. Three days hadn't been enough to satisfy their enthusiasm for the pool, so Nick's shark-fishing ambitions would have to wait a little longer.

Alvin wanted to get a nice tan, so he'd gone shirtless ever since they set out on the yacht. Wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks, he let the sun work its magic.

Bored, Stark challenged Alvin and Frank to a fishing competition every day. The loser had to do the dishes.

After three days, despite having all kinds of expensive fishing gear, Mr. Stark, the world's richest man, hadn't managed to escape dish duty once. It left him feeling thoroughly defeated.

Today, Alvin decided to try something different. The little fish he'd caught over the past few days no longer excited him. He was starting to yearn for the really big ones—the highest honor for any fishing enthusiast.

Little Ginny crouched beside Alvin and watched as her dad cruelly impaled a live, wriggling Chub Mackerel, nearly forty centimeters long, on an enormous hook, then tossed it into the sea as bait.

The little girl gave the bucket of bait beside Alvin a dissatisfied look. It was full of live baitfish.

She wrapped her arms around Alvin's leg and shook it hard. "Dad, you can't do that. The big fish will be uncomfortable..."

Ginny's sudden burst of compassion took Alvin by surprise. He smiled and patted her head. "Then what should we do?"

The little girl