It occurs during periods of high stress from a lack of blood flow to the eyes.

If you're lucky, you only get it in one eye. I get it in both.

It can last anywhere from a few seconds to a few minutes.

My life was the definition of high stress and by doctors orders I needed to get out and

relieve myself.

That's how I met Roger and Ron.

I'd always wanted to get on a boat, ever since I was a kid.

When life takes its twists and turns, it sometimes leads you down an interesting path.

Roger was the owner of the boat, Anna Marie, and Ron was a friend he had known a long time.

They were tuna fishermen and through what seemed like fate I ran into them.

Next thing I knew I was headed out on a week-long trip to Chunfish on an adventure I would never forget.

Three days into our journey and without much luck the past few hours.

Roger got up out to the captain's chair and walked to the stern where Ron and I sat watching the

lines, waiting for tuna.

We might be heading back here soon, Roger said, cigarette dangling from his lips.

Why? I was just down in the freezer earlier today and we still got quite a lot of room for fish.

I said, weather. Getting bad I'm afraid. Look over there,

I've port side. Man, that still looks ways off. Sure it isn't going to go around us?

The clouds don't even look big at all.

Let me look at the radar," Rund said, pushing past Roger and I and heading for the cabin.

Stubborn as a mule, Roger said, flicking his cigarette.

He always wanted to come out here and stay as long as it takes to fill her up,

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