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Ours is truly a blue planet.

Water covers most of the world's surface.

Here, we are the outsiders.

But under the waves, one group thrives.

Fish.

Fish are masters of the waters.

And sailfish are the fastest of them all.

Their speed makes them one of the ocean's most fearsome predators.

Off the coast of Mexico, 30 sailfish have surrounded a ball of sardines.

To catch their prey requires more than speed alone.

But they are not alone.

In the tightest turns, fins maintain stability.

Their sickle-shaped tail powers them forwards, and that

extraordinary dorsal fin helps intimidate their prey.

To the naked eye, the action is too fast.

Slowed, their challenge becomes clear.

Just picking a target is hard enough.

Knocking it off balance separates it from the shoal.

This requires extraordinary skill.

Not every attempt is successful.

But as more sailfish join in, when one misses, another takes its place.

The shoal of sardines is methodically wiped out.

It's not easy.

Sailfish are top predators.

Very little threatens them.

But for the majority of fish, this is not the case.

For most fish, the open ocean is extremely dangerous.

And some go to extraordinary lengths just to survive.

Flying fish.

Free of the water, they soar on elongated fins, leaving their predators far behind.

A flight of fish.

Escaping predators is not the only test facing the flying fish.

They must also protect their development.

Developing young.

These flying fish are searching for the one thing that will make this possible.

In such a vast ocean, it's not easy.

They're in luck.

A palm frond.

It's a tiny island, adrift in a huge ocean.

And, like an island, it offers shelter not for the flying fish, but for their eggs.

The females lay eggs on the raft, where the males fertilize them.

The first fish spawn, and this triggers the others to start.

Soon, thousands join the melee.

They're ready to lay their eggs.

Innumerable strands of eggs are laid.

The raft starts to tilt under their weight.

The best place to lay eggs is right inside the frond.

For some, the attempt proves fatal, and living fish become entombed.

The raft starts to sink under the weight of so many eggs.

But this is far from a disaster.

Sinking away from the surface actually improves the eggs' chances of survival.

In just a few days, having been safely hidden in the depths, they'll hatch out.

Other fish protect their offspring in different ways.

Some go to far greater lengths to care for them.

The shallow waters of southern Australia are home to many strange creatures.

It's a fairytale world of seahorses...

stargazers...

and stingrays.

But none compare with the beauty of the weedy sea dragon.

The dragon's tiny fins beat frantically to prevent the current from sweeping it away.

It's the beginning of spring.

The season when sea dragons begin their courtship.

And in the evening light, they start to dance.

In a graceful duet, each partner mirrors the actions of the other.

Darkness will soon draw a veil over the

pair, but they will dance on into the night.

Two months later, and the result of their courtship is revealed.

It's the male.

And he's the one that's carrying the eggs, with

rows and rows of them embedded in his tail.

That night, the female transferred her eggs to him.

Since then, the male alone has cared for them.

By carrying them with him, he's kept them safe.

And now, it's time for his efforts.

To be rewarded.

The eggs are ready to hatch.

In the calm of a summer morning, a baby sea

dragon, with yolk sacs still attached, is born.

The weed bed shelters older dragons that are already able to feed themselves.

Although these dragons were well cared for by their

father, now they must find their own way in the world.

There are fish, however, which provide their

young with a safe refuge for far longer.

The southwestern Pacific.

A convict fish.

And it's something of a marine architect.

Underground, it has created a labyrinth of tunnels.

This adult never ventures out of its burrow.

What it eats is a mystery.

But it doesn't live here alone.

At another entrance, faces peer out.

Juvenile convict fish.

Unlike their parent, the youngsters are not tied to the burrow.

And as they start to emerge, a trickle becomes a flood of fish.

There are thousands of them.

And they all help with the chores.

Many hands make light work.

The young fish swarm together, thousands of mouths gulping plankton.

What the adults eat must somehow involve these youngsters.

Whether the young feed their parents by regurgitating

food or through some other mechanism, we just don't know.

Whatever the answer, the youngsters provide their parents

with a meal and, in return, get a roof over their heads.

Producing young is just one challenge.

Finding food and somewhere to live are further trials fish must face.

The Californian coast.

A wide range of species live here.

But all this life means competition for living space is intense.

Old shells are highly prized.

And this one is occupied by a sarcastic fringehead.

These fish are exceptionally quarrelsome.

They have to be to defend their living space.

An octopus.

Inadvertently, it's wandered into the fringehead's

territory and that can't be tolerated.

The octopus's impressive jab holds the fringehead at bay.

There is more to this behaviour than being bad-tempered.

The fringehead needs to defend its patch if it is to

get enough to eat and the octopus was competition.

Crabs are not the easiest of mouthfuls.

They can't be eaten.

Because of the shortage of living space, there are constant boundary disputes.

Especially with other fringeheads.

And this one has got too close.

Despite the most extravagant threats, neither is prepared to back down.

Success.

And it's quick to get back to its shell.

A fringehead can never drop its guard.

There's too much competition.

Some fish have moved to places where they have fewer rivals.

A mudskipper.

A fish that spends most of its life out of the sea.

It can walk on land and breathe air.

Its life is very different from that of most fish.

A fish out of water?

Maybe.

But they thrive here in Japan.

So what's made this upheaval worthwhile?

The answer lies in the mud.

As the tide retreats, it exposes mudflats.

Sunlight hits the rich silt and tiny plants and animals flourish there.

All food for a mudskipper.

But life on land is not without problems.

It's hard work to find a mate.

Jumping high above the mud will get you noticed.

Jumping high above the mud In the heads, the

mudskippers keep a lookout for both friend and foe.

And males fight those who intrude on their territory.

They must also take care not to dry out in the sun.

Rolling in the ooze keeps the skin cool and moist.

For this smaller species, a better option is to retreat underground.

So he digs himself a tunnel down into the mud.

His heap of spoil is an indication of the extent of his excavations.

With the tide flooding the tunnel twice a day, maintenance is a real burden.

The tunnel is more than a refuge from the sun.

It serves another very important purpose.

The tunnel is actually U-shaped, and at the far end is a sealed chamber,

the walls of which are lined with eggs.

The eggs are kept in air, as it's richer in oxygen than the water.

The problem is the air that's trapped here won't last for long.

So the male travels to the open end of the tunnel, to gulp fresh air.

Back he goes down his tunnel, where he releases it into the egg chamber,

replenishing the oxygen on which the eggs depend.

He will repeat this hundreds and hundreds of times until his young hatch.

This lifestyle is very demanding, yet the

mudskipper has found a way around every problem.

He's thoroughly trained to manage the water, The harsh challenges of life in the

ocean have encouraged other fish to leave the sea, not for land, but for fresh water.

Hawaii is the remotest island chain on the planet.

These pools look the perfect place for a fish to live,

secluded and free from competition and predators.

contain fish, for one very considerable reason.

Surely no fish could swim up this.

But one fish comes from the ocean intent on colonizing these streams.

It's a tiny goby, and it's a rock climber.

With pelvic fins fused into a disc, which acts like a sucker,

all the goby needs is a film of water to climb through.

The pioneer is soon followed by many others, possibly following its scent trail.

They clamber on, ever upwards, against the flow.

Drops of water fall like bombs.

False leads waste crucial energy.

Some must rest.

Some must rest.

For others, the effort is just too much.

Many die in their attempt to reach the top.

Against all the odds, a few heroic individuals do make it to the top.

They find themselves in a near-perfect fish.

A fish habitat.

Where the gobies can feed and grow and breed in peace.

In time, their own young will be swept downstream and

out to sea, and the cycle will begin all over again.

Fresh water presents particular challenges for fish.

Nutrients can be in very short supply in spring water, so

here, fish must take every chance they can to find food.

The rain that falls on these Kenyan hills percolates through the rocks.

Finally, emerging as crystal clear pools.

Pools that are home to fish, including barbel.

The fish share these waters with all sorts of creatures.

Including hippopotamus.

These giant vegetarians are no threat to the fish.

In fact, they're key to their survival here.

After a night of grazing on land, these hippos return

to spend the daylight hours in the cooling waters.

THE HIPPO It's time to meet them.

Soon, each hippo is trailed by a shoal of fish, waiting for their breakfast.

Hippo droppings.

But it's not just the hippos' dung the fish are interested in.

When the hippos reach one particular spot in the pool, they stand still and wait.

And the fish start to clean them.

And the fish start to clean them.

Removing ticks, parasites and other tasty morsels.

To the fish, the hippos are a mobile cafeteria.

The hippos seem to be enjoying the sensation.

The only thing that interrupts the feast...

is the need to take an occasional breath.

Cleaning the hippo's skin was just the hors d'oeuvre.

Now, it's time for the main course.

So, the hippos are so busy, In addition to providing skin

care, the fish look after the hippos' dental hygiene.

It's an arrangement that suits both parties.

But perhaps it's the fish that are the overall winners.

For thanks to the hippos, they are able to feed on the abundant vegetation that would

otherwise be beyond their reach, growing around their pool on land.

Providing a cleaning service is clearly a good way of getting a meal.

And there is cleaning to be done in the sea as well.

The life of this wrasse is centered on removing parasites from other reef fish.

Including predatory jacks.

Normally, they would snap up such a little fish, but this is an established

relationship, and both sides know the rules.

With so many jacks and only a few wrasse in

attendance, not all the jacks are going to get cleaned.

But all this life attracts other predators.

Silvertip sharks.

The reef provides shelter for the smaller fish, but the jacks...

remain exposed.

Yet this may be a chance for the jacks to solve their cleaning problem.

They've spotted an opportunity.

Sharks have skin like sandpaper.

And bumping into the sharks' flanks helps the

jacks to rid themselves of parasites and dead skin.

Perhaps the jacks find this a more effective alternative to the cleaner fish.

And soon, swarms of jacks pursue the sharks.

All itching to have a scratch.

Unsurprisingly, all this attention bothers the sharks.

And they head back to the blue water.

Leaving the residents of the reef to resume life as normal.

Coral reefs are the richest habitats on Earth.

It's not surprising that with so many different kinds of animals living so

closely together, some extraordinary relationships have evolved.

A clownfish, a small and defenceless resident of the reef.

It seems to have played a role.

They've picked a tough place to live, amongst the tentacles of a sea anemone.

Each tentacle is armed with paralyzing stings that can kill a fish.

Yet the clownfish are totally immune.

For this pair, the anemone is like a castle.

So long as they stay surrounded by the tentacles, they're safe.

And so this is where they choose to lay their eggs.

After carefully selecting the site, work begins on preparing the surface.

Both fish share in the labor, though it's the

larger female who decides when all is ready.

Lines and lines of tiny eggs are stuck to the rock and then fertilized.

They're ready to go.

When they're laid so close to the anemone, they will be safe.

And for the next seven days, they'll receive constant care.

Much of which is provided by the male.

His seemingly obsessive concern for the eggs is for good reason.

His position in the anemone is far from secure.

The female watches his every move.

She's in charge here, and if his efforts don't match up to her standards,

she'll get rid of him.

In line to take over are a host of immature clownfish.

Each waiting to move up the hierarchy.

For the male, the best way to get them out of the anemone is to

stay in the female's favor, it's by lavishing care on the eggs.

So he focuses all his efforts on keeping them clean and healthy.

The eggs grow rapidly, and soon their tiny beating hearts are visible.

It seems he's done a good job.

Clownfish can hide away within an anemone.

But most fish don't have this option.

For some, the only way of avoiding danger is by hiding amongst their own kind.

In shoals.

Packed close together, no one anchovy stands out.

By sensing and reacting to the movements of their

immediate neighbors, thousands can move as one.

And that's the way to do it.

For a predator, picking out an individual becomes nearly impossible.

For a predator, picking out an individual becomes nearly impossible.

The shoal's unity is its strength.

Yet each fish is acting from selfish motives.

Moving together, the fish confuse the sea lions so much that they leave to look

elsewhere for a smaller, less tricky target.

The sheer size of the shoal defeated the sea lions.

But there are fish that can overcome such strategies.

Off the coast of South Africa, this huge shoal of

sardines is shadowed by a ragged-toothed shark.

Other sharks join the menacing escort.

The shoal has been driven into the shallows by a cold ocean current.

And this gives the sharks an opportunity.

Hundreds have moved into position.

Sharks have a special sense.

They can detect the electrical signals their prey gives off when it moves.

It's a sixth sense that can give them an edge.

But with hundreds of thousands of fish crammed into the

shallows, the sharks need only rely on their speed and agility.

As the first shark starts to hunt in earnest, a feeding frenzy breaks out.

The shoal's defenses are weakened.

There isn't enough space to maneuver.

SHARKS FLY AWAY And the sharks.

Can forge themselves.

SHARKS FLY AWAY SHARKS FLY AWAY SHARKS FLY AWAY SHARKS FLY AWAY Despite the

casualties, the shoal is so vast that the sharks have little effect on its size.

Fish not only come together in great shoals for defense, but at other critical

times in their lives, when they're ready to spawn.

These events only occur for a few days each year.

SHARKS FLY AWAY Snapper are normally solitary, but they've traveled here from

hundreds of miles away to gather off the coast of Belize.

SHARKS FLY AWAY Along this one reef, kubera,

dog and mutton snapper form huge shoals.

SHARKS FLY AWAY

Sixty meters down, there is an eerie coolness to the scene.

SHARKS FLY AWAY But things are about to hot up.

SHARKS FLY AWAY It's the evening of the full moon.

The tides are just right.

SHARKS FLY AWAY A great column of fish leaves the bottom.

SHARKS FLY AWAY As they rise through the

water, small groups break free of the shoal.

SHARKS FLY AWAY

Each burst is led by a female, with the males racing behind.

SHARKS FLY AWAY SHARKS FLY AWAY SHARKS FLY AWAY As

she lays her eggs, they add their sperm to the mix.

SHARKS FLY AWAY By synchronizing the time when they gather together, the maximum

numbers of fish can join in this mass spawning.

SHARKS FLY AWAY Millions of fertilized eggs are released, cast into the ocean currents.

SHARKS FLY AWAY And straight into a dangerous world.

SHARKS FLY AWAY

SHARKS FLY AWAY Whale sharks, the largest fish on Earth.

SHARKS

FLY AWAY Each shark might weigh ten tons, yet they feed on the tiniest creatures,

including snapper eggs.

SHARKS FLY AWAY

Life is being created, sustained and destroyed simultaneously in one huge event.

The struggle for life, encapsulated into a single moment.

SHARKS FLY AWAY The oceans are perilous places to live, yet

fish have developed the most extraordinary means for survival.

SHARKS FLY AWAY Their astounding diversity, the product of millions of

years of evolution, has enabled them to triumph.

SHARKS FLY AWAY Dominating.

SHARKS FLY AWAY The one habitat that we have, so far, failed to make our own.

SHARKS FLY AWAY

SHARKS FLY AWAY Filming underwater raised all sorts of problems for the life team.

SHARKS FLY AWAY Not least of which was that they were only able to experience the

underwater world for as long as the air on their backs or in their lungs held out.

SHARKS FLY AWAY But over three years, the team were lucky enough to capture on

film some extraordinary moments in the lives of fish.

SHARKS FLY AWAY The waters off the Yucatan Peninsula

in Mexico are a rich hunting ground for sailfish.

SHARKS FLY AWAY

Cameraman Rick Rosenthal has teamed up with sport fishing captain Anthony

Mendillo to try and film the hunting behavior of these amazing animals.

It's fish!

SHARKS FLY AWAY I'm out.

Feeding birds lead them to the sailfish.

Right here.

Right here.

Getting to the bait balls and into the water

quickly is key before the feast is consumed.

SHARKS FLY AWAY Get ready!

If they're gonna eat it, we're gonna screw them.

Everybody hang on!

Let's go swimming now, Dan!

Come on, get in there.

It's all very well telling Rick to hurry.

SHARKS FLY AWAY But these fish are capable of swimming at over 60 miles an hour.

Just keeping up with them is hard enough.

Getting right in amongst the action is vital,

but Rick has to try to avoid becoming part of it.

Bills nearly one metre long, scything through the water at breakneck speed,

are guaranteed to get the heart racing.

But Rick holds his nerve, as the sailfish pick

off sardine after sardine, right in front of him.

Almost as soon as it started, it was all over.

I had a wild sea show out there today.

Really wild.

Must have been 50 sailfish, if there was...

Or 49.

But very aggressive fish, very hungry.

Everybody on the move.

And I had to just keep kicking and kicking and kicking.

Kicking and kicking and kicking and kicking

and kicking and kicking and keeping the action.

But after a while, the sardine patch was eaten up to just a little sliver.

And then it was over.

Nearly 2,000 miles away, on the other side of the Caribbean,

another crew is taking a slightly different approach.

They are trying to film flying fish.

The team sets out at dawn on the Hogsnapper, a commercial fishing boat.

Conditions are in stark contrast to the gleaming sport fishing boat in Mexico.

It's dark.

He's ready for action.

Look.

They are hoping to use the local fishermen's expertise

to put them in the right place at the right time.

Yeah, roger that.

Yeah, roger that.

You catching there's food.

You catching dinner, lunch and breakfast there now.

Roger.

It's not a big boat, and the crew's bedroom has now become the kitchen.

We are having fried bacon and fried egg this morning.

Fried bacon and fried eggs.

I'm the trainee chef, so I don't get to wear the white wellies.

Rather than racing around the ocean chasing the action, the flying fish team

have to sit it out and wait for the fish to come to them.

Flying fish will spawn onto debris in the water, and the team tie onto a floating

palm frond to try and make sure they're close by in case the action begins.

And sure enough, they don't have long to wait.

Thousands of fish have massed below the surface, all intent on reaching the frond.

And the frond is not the only thing that they're trying to lay their eggs on.

The weight of the eggs sinks the palm frond and puts

an end to the spawning and to the crew's filming.

At moments like that, we do the job for everything was right.

The light was right, blue water, the four tonnes of flying fish all going mental.

Thanks, Barry.

You're welcome.

But now, the fish's attention has turned to something bigger.

They're spawning directly onto the boat.

Barry is worried as he drags up a huge sheet of eggs.

I'm gonna bring it in the boat and check it out.

I cleaned this off like five minutes ago, right?

Right now, the problem is there are too many flying fish around us.

If we go through the night with the lights on and

stuff, more and more and more will keep coming.

What they're doing here is they're actually laying on the boat now.

So the boat has become their object, and that is not good.

So basically, you're worried that if we just

stay on this drift, we're gonna sink the boat.

Five hours from now, that will be 3,000 pounds in the back here.

They will sink the boat.

OK, so we're gonna leave it there.

Yeah, we can't stay here.

Just five minutes of spawning has produced this.

The team have no option but to move on.

The next day, the search for flying fish begins all over again.

This time, the team want to film the fish doing what they're famous for.

We've got some lovely shots of them spawning, but

now the really hard bit of trying to get them flying.

It's gonna be a good challenge.

The fish are around, but they're all too far off to film.

The action is impressive this morning.

Unpredictable, but impressive, but it's distant.

You know, it's not... It's not happening next to the boat today.

They're either being chased off by something or they're just not interested.

Look, look, look!

Ah, it's alive!

Aye, aye, aye.

The next day, the crew decides to try a different approach.

All right, let's go!

Now they're just where they need to be, but it puts them directly in the firing line.

There they are.

I guess that's why.

Despite being bombarded, their strategy is paying off.

That was amazing.

We spent a long time in that wee boat today.

Thanks.

But the last two hours were just off the scale.

We were just getting shot after shot.

We need... Can't wait to watch it in the big monitor.

That felt really good.

And Doug is right.

It worked.

Flying fish taking to the air and flying.

Slowed down 40 times.

By working with people more used to catching fish than filming them,

the life team have been able to gain a

unique insight into the hidden world of fish.