Field and Stream
Just as we were about to lift the swordfish into the boat, she jumped. The fish lifted us in the air and carried us across the cockpit. The fish swung her bill, striking me in the forehead and on my left shoulder, before all four of us collapsed into one big pile on the deck—with the fish on top. My head was bleeding like a stuck pig. There was a moment of pause, with everybody under the fish, before she went nuts.
She thrashed her head back and forth. During the mayhem, an 11/0 hook became lodged above my right knee. It was a disgusting sort of pain. Sean scrambled out of the mess and cut the line between the hooks to free me. Then he stabbed the fish in the brain.