Another flying fish story...

On a trip from NYC to Martinique just south of the BVI's on a Paul Luke 85' center cockpit (with a really big bulwark) .
Dog watch 5 am. Newby at he helm, cruising with kite, we all awoke to a tremendous scream from the (nudist) helmsman. Find him lying on the sole after being hit straight in the nu*s by a flying fish easily 12" long. We dragged him below to his berth in the forepeak. He woke in the morning to find the fish hanging above his bunk staring at him an inch from his nose, even more screaming! He became a great friend and a lifelong sailor...