big swell

Where do all the little fishies go when there are 15ft waves ???
There's no birds diving anywhere. None of those tuck the wings in kamikaze dives from ridiculous heights. None of those slow take offs with a gut full to digest and an anxiety to get in the frantic unofficial cue for another dive on prey.
The boats don't go out ... they could but they do maintenance, catch up on sleep, sharpen hooks.
Bait doesn't sell in the shops but the shops become the market place for big sea stories ... the shops themselves become the bait for passionately and possibly lonely folk. Do they fish just to tell the story ?
The seagulls are on guard on the beach at stormwater overflows for easy grub pickings. Cawing and threatening each other in a territory protection that not even they are sure of. But their dad and mum did it so they do. Big grubs. Must have been a bank collapse somewhere. Change of menu. Then back to the take out chips scattered by holiday makers who enjoy the fierce competition for that warm fat soaked strip of spud.
The dolphins do another observation run by at slow cruise speed. They know where the feed is.