In 1968 from June to December aboard the MSTS SS Sunnyvale Victory missle tracking ship stationed in the North Western Hawaiian Waters for seven months, I was 19 a Mrchant Mariner and retired 41 years  later in the realm of Kanaloa.
Before my first sighting of land, Nihoa, the old time selamoku Uncle Charly Aiu, in his late 60s, our bosun told me stories of the birds, fish and squid.  Being born and raised in Waiau, Pearl Habor was our play ground and we inherited the skills to catch fish for Pearl Harbor was the breeding waters for marine life from sharks to shell fish, today poison and gone. I could not wait to see the mo'oleo Uncle Charly shared with us at sea. 
My first sighting, Nihoa, looked like snow capes with thousands of birds circling, fishing, feeding the new born. It was the same at Mokumanamana. In 2005, 37 years later I returned and no snow caps from the birds droppigs, birds to a minimum and the millions of ika at night that surfaced gone. 

Protect what we have left!