mohammed alkuwari 2025-09-19T17:20:22Z
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Salt spray stung my eyes as I white-knuckled the helm, watching the horizon swallow itself in angry charcoal swirls. Five miles off Key West with a dead VHF radio and bilge pumps groaning, the exhilaration of chasing mahi-mahi had curdled into primal dread. My "preparedness" consisted of half-rotten squid and a weather app showing cheerful sun icons while lightning fractured the sky. That's when my trembling fingers remembered the unopened icon - **QTR FISH** - downloaded during a dockside beer