Purdy about the trip. “Wow,” he said. “Even if you don’t catch any fish you’re never going to forget being out on that boat.” He grinned. “I caught a marlin two years ago. This was along the Kona coast, right where you’re going. Hit the line at twelve-fourteen in the afternoon. Boom! Hoo-ie, that fish was strong. Took me over three hours to bring it in. Four hundred thirty-two pounds.” “Wow.” Mr. Purdy put his hand on my shoulder. “You know, I just got an idea. Most of your classmates may never get a chance to go deep-sea fishing, even living here in the islands. So what would you think about sharing your experience with us when you get back? Would you be up for that?” “Sure, Mr. Purdy.” “You’re a lucky boy, Calvin.” I thought so, too. Later that day, I was sitting at my desk, looking out the window and thinking about the trip. I couldn’t stop dreaming about it. “Hi, Calvin,” Shayla said. “Uhnn,” I grunted. Mr. Purdy was on the other side of the room, passing out a math quiz.
