After a couple of hours waiting, snacking, and looking for clusters of sea birds on the horizon, we found them! As we approached, a tornado of frigate birds hovered as marlin fins sliced the surface. “Vamanos, Vamanos!,” Mele shouted with excitement. We quietly slid into the water and BAM! It was like falling right into a scene from Blue Planet. Fifty plus marlins rush by 10 feet below us, closely followed by a squad of sea lions. We swim after them to find a bait ball the size of a building, malleable and metallic, shifting about in the water column like a cloud as the mackerels try to stay in the center to avoid being skewered by the predators’ swords. After spending hours coercing these little fish up from the depths the Marlins feed at will, changing the color of their stripes from blue to white to purple and back again as they hunt. In just one field of view, I can see 12 marlins on the outskirts of the bait ball as 4 sea lions dance in the middle, splitting the metallic cloud briefly before it melds back together. They seem to have an unspoken truce that allows both species to work together trapping the bait ball and then taking turns hunting in it. However, I watch as a marlin snags a fish on the outside, but it’s not his turn yet. The sea lion chases him down and steals it off of his sword! The water is a clear dark blue for as far as the eye can see, except for the flakes of fish scales and flesh floating close to the surface. The most beautiful murder I’ve ever witnessed! It’s life and death and years of evolutionary adaptation culminating into a ballet of the open seas. After we can no longer keep up with the fleeing mackerels, Mele picks us up, carefully taking our camera gear, and helping us into the panga. Some of us are dead silent, some of us are screaming, and some are crying. Nevertheless, we can’t believe what just happened. Our brains cannot keep up with what our eyes just witnessed to put it into words. We take water temperature and salinity measurements in the areas that we find the most marlins. We record their location, in hopes to add to the data Regi has already collected to better understand their migratory patterns. After dropping in on a few more marlin surrounded bait balls, we head in for the day.