Amongst all the festivities, one man stood alone, far from where the others where. That man, was Robert Prower-Graves, and not for him the sights of beautiful women lounging about in next to nothing. No, for him, there was a higher calling, a call to the rod and tackle, of baited nylon and thigh high waders. Right at that moment, he was sitting on the side of the<em>Musashi</em>'s hull, dangling a pole out into the water, in a zen like meditative state that only came from a man when he goes fishing.