As soon as we finished breakfast J and D hopped in the kayak and headed back out to Levi Island to try and spear some more lionfish. S and I caught up on a little laundry, then lounged around and enjoyed the spectacularly beautiful morning.
Eventually we made it to an area where there was a giant, jellyfish free, bait ball stretching about about 25' in either direction. The bait ball was pretty amazing, all those little tiny fish seemed to form one giant organism that slowly moved among the rocks and parted when you swam through. S and I spent at least 30 minutes just floating in the bait ball watching all the tiny fish. I cant really describe why we though it was so amazing but it just was.
After we finally started getting tired of swimming around in the bait ball we decided to work our way back to Caribbean Blue. S and I slowly started swimming back while J and D followed, keeping a close eye out for any lionfish that might need eradicated. Not long after I spotted the largest lionfish we had seen yet and pointed it out to D. He speared it and I dove down to make sure there was not another one hiding under the same rock. When I surfaced a jellyfish just happened to be right near the surface exactly where the collar of my top was. It went right down the front of my top and when I went to try and dig it out I smashed it against my chest. I had doubled up that day with a rash guard and a shorty wetsuit so my top was really tight and there was not much room to reach in and remove the jellyfish delicately. I was definitely getting stung and it very painful. Eventually I got it out and yelled I've had enough of these $@#$#@ jellyfish I am out of here and swam back as fast as I could. S saw my entire freak out and relayed it to they boys, who had been diving for lionfish, then headed out after me. She struggled along trying to keep up with my frantic Adrenalin and pain fueled hi-speed swim and made it back not long after I did. By the time I got close to the house the pain had dulled quite a bit, I think that my frantic swim had thoroughly flushed off the sting. As soon as I got to shore I struggled to strip off the shorty and rash guard then ran to the house for some ammonia. I coated the sting in ammonia (after-bite) chugged a Sands Light and went back to the water to meet S. By then it was pretty much down to a very dull stinging sensation but there was no way I was going to get back into the water and swim back to where we left the boys. They were still nowhere to be seen and we assumed they were probably still fishing where we had left them. S and I figured they needed us to come back with the kayak to pick up their fish so we grabbed a couple more Sands Light's and headed off to find them. They were in the exact same spot, as we had suspected, so we picked up the two lionfish they had speared then slowly escorted them back to Caribbean Blue.