It was 5:30 AM.  Solomon and I were sitting in our usual seats on the boat behind the captain’s chair, watching the shores of Plymouth speed away as we headed towards our favorite fishing spot.  After chatting with the captain for a while, Solomon decided it was time for breakfast.  He walked over to our bags and pulled out a banana.

“Is that a banana?!” the captain asked, turning white with what seemed like shock.

“Yes,” said Solomon, “this is a banana. Why do you ask?”

“Do you need that banana?”

“I was going to eat it for breakfast, but...I guess I don’t need the banana.”

“Man, I’m sorry, but I can’t let you have a banana on board.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”