Marina Alcudia basked beneath a sky of unbroken blue, a result of the high-pressure system that had established itself over the island of Majorca in the Mediterranean Sea. Yet, aside from an occasional boat owner carrying out routine maintenance, the place was deserted. Aside from a handful of local cafes and eateries, most of the island was in the depths of hibernation.
And neither did I have any intention of visiting so early in the season until I received a phone call from Capt. Vince Riera, saying, “Drop whatever you are doing and get on a flight out here now.” A few days later I arrived at Palma. This was the opportunity we had been waiting for ever since we had first kicked around the idea of trying to catch a swordfish