The fishermen of Raja Ampat
The Giant Trevallies are quick as arrows. The hunters are shooting through the water – too fast to spot them catching prey among the neon-coloured Fusiliers, who form instantly into a ball. It’s protecting the individual within it. One can hear the dynamic. As suddenly as the hunt started, it’s over. Quietness returns to the Magic Mountain. Mantas glide gracefully in. It’s a magical moment in breathless silence.