The tide coursing through Sebastian Inlet moved at a steady, uniform pace, the surface of the water uninterrupted, save for the occasional rolling wake from a passing boat. I stood at the helm and looked over the bow, hoping to see signs of life. Suddenly, over 100 yards away, I noticed the water start to percolate like morning coffee, and then explode in a shower of scattering, panicked bait. Fortunately, I happened to be on a nimble PWC, so I sat down, hit the throttle, and rocketed toward the busting fish in a matter of seconds. I popped the PWC into neutral, grabbed a rod from a holder behind me, and cast toward the boil. I frantically cranked the reel handle until a healthy jack crevalle mistook my lure for…