“Over there!,” came the cry from our guide, Gina, a marine biologist. Our eyes had become accustomed to the hypnotic undulations of the waves and the slow, steady rocking of the Zodiac we were on. Up until this point, we had seen plenty of Portuguese men-of-war – hundreds of them – their purplish gelatinous crested tops peaking above the water and their long stinging tentacles snaking out, hidden below the surface. I wondered at the efficacy of the life vest I was wearing were we to have to bail out. A man-of-war’s sting can
