Moments later, there was a lull in the wind, and I got the bread bit into the swarm of mullet, and waited there for failure. Stunningly, three of them went after it, and I missed them all. I rebaited, waited for another break in the wind, and flipped the bread back out. Quick strike, quick set, and I had a fish on. They are surprisingly strong for their size, and I held my breath as I brought it to the top and swung it up over the rail. I had caught a mullet, and not just any mullet, but good old Mugil cephalus, the same one that occupies the canal behind the Arosteguis. Now I'll have more time to play with the cat, or, God forbid, actually be sociable. I took photos of the mullet, all the time saying clever things like "What's so funny now, you algae-eating smartass!"