He was a quiet bank manager hen-pecked by his battle-axe of a wife, until one afternoon while on vacation in Mauritius on the shores on the Indian Ocean he met "the Emperor" and began to fight him: a 1,200 pound blue marlin, 20 feet long and as crafty as they come. The meek bank manager had never before had to call on his last reserves of will, so he didn't know how badly he was hurt, didn't know how much more he could take. Neither, apparently, did hte fish. But both seemed to know one thing: there was more at take than a trophy or a fish story. Much more.

