I went fishing in Fiordland and ended up in the middle of a bird spectacle

When Captain Jack Swale announces the conditions are perfect for fishing, we clamber onto the Fiordland Jewel's bow and drop lines into the Tasman Sea. Within minutes, we're pulling in blue cod. And that's when the fun starts. Gliding in for a "Captain Cook" - ironically in waters the man and crew navigated and chartered in 1773 - the first giant of the sky appears. Followed by its mates. Bathed in sunshine, not far from Dusky Sound in New Zealand's Fiordland National Park, the water suddenly bursts into a hive of avian activity as Buller's albatrosses circle the 18-passenger catamaran. There's plenty of dive-bombing, squawking and squabbling as the opportunists vie for the fishing spoils. After hauling in enough fish for a fine dinner, we head towards the jagged rock formations at the entrance to the aptly named, Breaksea Sound. As the sea calms and wind drops, we watch as the albatross fade into memorable specks in the distance.