Tarpon in the Atlantic Ocean

Beach day was a thing of epic proportions as my daughter jokingly explained to my shocked husband who was standing on the shore, watching everything unfold. Not even Herman Melville could've predicted what I encountered in the crystal-clear, five-foot Atlantic water.

We knew we were swimming dangerously in the 300-foot proximity to a large fishing pier on Lake Worth Beach, a long extension from the famous Benny’s on the Beach restaurant. It is never a good idea to swim or play so close to fishermen who throw fishing chum in the water because large fish come for an opportunistic easy feed. Last time we were here, the emerald water was saturated with needlefish of all sizes and juveniles of other fish.

As I was standing in very calm ocean water, deep to my chin, the serenity of the beach was broken by the long shadow of a large creature that almost bumped into me but veered left at the last second before contacting my left side. It had a greenish blue back, with shiny silver, armor-like scales, a large dorsal fin, and a pink mouth. In the moment, the fin traveling in the water could have been a shark – I would have never known the difference. I panicked to the point that I could hardly breathe when a man swimming nearby with his two sons yelled shark.

My daughter was near me, however, when this man yelled shark, I panicked even worse. My ability to move fast through water was hampered by the sinking sand and by my teal water shoes. Ever since I was barbed by a sting ray, I always wear shoes in the water.

I was the only one who seemed to care that there was a shark in the water. My husband, watching from the shore as I flailed with my daughter, who was attempting to drag us to the shore, just stood there frozen. We got to the shore, and my pulse was racing like I had run a marathon, which is impossible because I'm handicapped.

My husband was still sitting there, perplexed as to what had happened. The lifeguard rode up on his scooter and told us that it was a large tarpon and we were relatively safe. But safe is a relative term – safe from being attacked, safe from being bitten, safe from being bait for the tarpon’s apex predator, the shark?

The large eyes, the upturned lower jaw, the pink mouth, the large size of this predatory fish, the fact that it can breathe air, it has a swim bladder that functions as a lung, and two rows of upper teeth, can pose a serious risk if the tarpon feels threatened.

I cannot tell you the scars on my soul from feeling so lost in that water; I thought for sure we would be the next snack for this creature which was circling the water for food.

For the next hour or so, we watched this large tarpon (Megalops atlanticus) chase the few swimmers who were bold enough to go in.

The moral of the story is, never bathe in the Atlantic Ocean but especially within sight of a fishing pier. I knew better but I did it anyway.