
Elliott Stark The International Record Fish Association confirmed today that the all-tackle world record for Atlantic Blue Marlin has been shattered. The record-breaking fish weighed in at 1,837 pounds. It was caught under mysterious circumstances. While the catch itself satisfies all International Record Fish Association angling requirements, it is the story behind how the fish was caught that is most interesting. While the angler full name has not been released (apparently for reasons of privacy and national security), she answers to the name Cherry Sapphire. This is the complete account of the story, told exclusively to Tales from the Smelly Bilge, by the record-setting captain. His statement was given on the condition of anonymity. Certain details as to the location of the catch and the individuals involved have not yet been shared publicly. How it Happened: We picked up the charter at 7:30. There were two of them. The man was older and distinguished-looking. He was dressed pretty strangely for a day of fishing. He was clean shaven and professional. He carried an expensive-looking leather briefcase that was made in Italy. He was dressed in leather loafers and wearing grey pinstriped pants and a white Oxford dress shirt with French cuffs, he said describing the man. The two of them got out of a van with blacked out windows. There were Secret Service-looking guys escorting them. They were speaking into microphones in their collars, looking around all over the place. Real professional, bad ass-looking guys. The captain continued, The girl he was with was really, really attractive. The way she was dressed wasnt normal for fishing either. She had a one-piece miniskirt that was leopard print. She was spilling out of the skirt in every direction– and not in a bad way if you know what I mean. She was wearing shiny lip gloss that smelled really strongly like strawberries. She carried a small purse, but there was something hanging out of it. It looked like a whip, he described with a grin on his face. The heels she had were really tall and really sharp. Thinking back on it, we probably should have asked her to take them off before she got on the boat. I guess my mate and I were distracted. Neither one of us looked at her shoes. As soon as they got on the boat, they disappeared into the salon. I am not 100% sure what was going on in there, but I have a pretty good idea, he says. We were fishing right out front, so the run was only 15 minutes. We put the lures out on the 130s. When he booked the trip, the guy said he wanted blue marlin and didnt care about anything else. About 10:30 the salon door opened. The windows were fogged up. Ms. Cherry came out, alone. Her hair was ruffled, the leopard print skirt was shifted sideways a bit. She said that Mr. X would need a little time to rest after what just happened. We didnt ask any questions¦ said the Captain. Cherry Sapphire then told the crew that shed like to work on her tan. She thought that the fighting chair looked like the perfect spot to sit. She plopped down in the chair and seductively turned her attention to the mate, saying, Hey there handsome. Why dont you grab your pole and come over here, she said pointing the 130 that was deployed out of the left long rigger. She then said, and I am not making this up”the captain said, I love a guy with a big rod. My mate didnt really know what to do. He kinda blushed, but did what she said. He took the rod and put it into the gimble of the fighting chair. Ms. Cherry looked at him and said, ˜Go on, strap me in, the captain described the unfolding scene below. So he reached down and connected the straps of the bucket harness to the eyes of the reel, the captain continued. She then whispered something into his ear. I am not sure what she said, but he all of a sudden dropped his sunglasses and his face was taken over by a wide, goofy smile, the captain said. To me it looked like we had an unfolding love connection on the cockpit. I didnt like it, I just kept thinking about the James Bond-type, secret service-looking guys waiting for us at the dock. Just then, all hell broke loose. Neither of us were paying much attention to the spread so we were shocked when Cherry was jolted damn near out of the chair by the force of the reel. Luckily the mate hadnt engaged it all the way to full after moving it from the gunnel. If he had pushed it to 24, we would have lost her. Instead the drag was at 8 pounds, he describes. The mate grabbed her by the shoulders, keeping her in the chair. She dug her heels into the footrest. Those shoes made a hell of a sound on the teak¦ As soon as the mate saved Ms. Cherry, we looked back to see the commotion. It was a hell of a fish, the biggest either of us had ever seen. The thing was a tank. The fish was pinged right through the base of the bill by the 12/0. The chugger head on the purple skirt¦ always my favorite! he exclaimed. I didnt think that there was any way that we were going to catch this fish¦

The scene as the giant marlin greyhounded away from the boat.

The hapless pelican, before being consumed by the beast.

This is what happens to fighting chairs when they meet high heels.

The whip used by Ms. Sapphire. It was left on the boat and was submitted to the International Record Fish Assn. along with the record application.
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