A grouper saw them coming and ducked into his hole in the coral.

Even in their predicament, Rick could see the humor in the grouper's reaction.

Three other boats came out across the reef, ventured a little way in the Gulf Stream, and then went back to grouper and barracuda.

They swam slowly around, looking for the grouper's hiding place and failed to locate it.

He let his momentum carry him right through the grouper's front door into the cabin.

Rick followed, half expecting to see Scotty and the grouper meet head on, but the fish hadn't returned.

The grouper shot out of the cabin with a flick of his powerful tail that raised the silt around them.

The wreck of the Maiden Hand was just as they had left it, and the grouper was back in his comfortable cabin.

We got out our fishing-lines, and caught some deep sea-fish, of the grouper species.

This grouper is one of the most bizarre and gayly colored in the family Serranid.