together. Again and again they jump into the air to take a breath, lifting their whole bodies out of the water in a beautiful
arc, and then dive back to the sea nose first, or do a belly-flop on the surface of the water; they turn around, showing their
white bellies, and you can almost hear them laughing with pleasure . . . . At night in a phosphorescent sea they look like
firework rockets, trailing long snake-like criss-crossing ribbons of light behind them.
Flying fish . . . become more
numerous as the sea gets warmer . . . .