“Call me Captain!” Professor Jenkins whispered to himself, adrift in a cloud of weed smoke atop the Buoyancy. The sun had set over the Sea of Cortez.
One of his students called up from the boat’s back deck, “Professor, are you sure this fish isn’t androgynous? I can’t find…”
“Just pierce it two inches in front of the anus, you’ll figure it out!” He chuckled to himself. “On second thought, maybe it is! A sexless species of tuna fish! Fantastic discovery boys, name it after me!”
Indubitably a female, he thought. Had known it the second they reeled it in.