Titan Triggerfish Will Seriously Mess You Up

The PADI textbook may be rife with information about avoiding the bends, nitrogen narcosis, and rip tides; but it’s relatively silent on dangerous sea creatures.  It offers some perfunctory advice, most of which boils down to “no touching,” yet never mentions which species, exactly, pose threats.  Some animals, like sharks, stingrays, and moray eels, everybody knows to regard with caution.

Others, such as titan triggerfish, don’t seem treacherous until they’re pummeling your face with their teeth.

Triggerfish are simply too goofy to be intimidating. In identification guides, the world’s forty species of triggerfish fall into the ignominious category “Oddly-Shaped Swimmers,” which has to be a little embarrassing if you’re a fish.  Triggers are endowed with huge bulging heads, independently rotating eyes that protrude like marbles, and tiny undulating fins that appear far too small to propel their decidedly un-aerodynamic bodies.  To their credit, triggerfish also have a cool eponymous adaptation: to protect against predators they can raise two dorsal spines, which when locked into place resemble a trigger.  The spines are usually engaged at night.  They still look weird during the day.

An orange-lined triggerfish - a common sighting at Mabul and Sipadan Islands - with dorsal trigger fully engaged. Courtesy of animal-world.com.

Despite triggerfish’s benign appearance, our certifying instructor, a normally insouciant Dutchman named Jesse, warned us about them vehemently before we got in the water.  “Ya, ya, they are dangerous,” Jesse told us with uncharacteristic gravity, stabbing at the fish ID book with an index finger.  He was pointing at one species of triggerfish in particular: the titan trigger (Balistoides viridescens if you speak Latin), one of the largest types in the world.

Being an Oddly-Shaped Swimmer probably got this titan triggerfish made fun of on the playground. (Can't believe I just resisted a "school" pun.) Titan triggers are found throughout Indo-Pacific waters; we saw them frequently in Thailand and Malaysia. Image courtesy of aquaviews.com.

“The triggerfish, she has a nest,” Jesse explained. On a whiteboard he drew a pile of rocks on the seafloor meant to represent the nest.  “She stays near her nest all the time.  And she has a territory around her nest,” he went on, drawing as he spoke, “shaped like this.”

He drew back from the whiteboard to reveal an inverted cone, a funnel, rising from the rockpile.

“You go into her territory…” He shook his head, and pounded a fist – presumably the female triggerfish – into his open palm – presumably a diver’s face.

Titan triggers are capable of delivering a nasty bite. The internet disagrees about whether the bite of the triggerfish is toxic. Eating triggerfish flesh, like the flesh of many reef fish, sometimes causes ciguatera in humans, an illness produced by dinoflagellates in the fish's diets. Whether the bite is ciguatoxic, however, is up for dispute. Image courtesy of patmillerphoto.com.

Titan triggerfish, he explained, respond more aggressively to potential predators during mating season: which, being April at the time, it was.  A nasty bite on the arm, a chomp on the rubber fin, and a couple of angry charges had sent several trespassing divers packing in recent days.  (In the future, I was to hear even more tales of triggerfish assaults, including a shattered mask and a cut on the forehead requiring three stitches.)  Titan triggers are not small fish – some are nearly a meter long – and despite being Oddly-Shaped Swimmers they can build up some pretty serious momentum. Not only are they powerful, they’re highly intelligent, and capable of learning from previous experience – if a triggerfish discovers that it can ward off divers by sinking its teeth into arm-flesh, it’s liable to try that tactic again.

For reasons that are not totally understood, titan triggerfish defend a funnel-shaped territory that widens as it rises*.  This means that a diver’s natural reaction to danger – ascension – actually keeps them squarely in the trigger’s defense zone.  An aggrieved triggerfish will keep chasing a frantically rising diver right to the surface, and presumably onto the boat if it could.  The proper response to a triggerfish attack, then, is to swim horizontally and toward the bottom, with fins splayed out to ward the fish off.  Good luck remembering the proper response when you’re being targeted by an enraged yellow missile.

*All species of triggerfish build nests, and most have cone-shaped territories; but only two species- the titan and picasso triggerfish – defend their turf violently. Not coincidentally, these are also the two species big enough to inflict actual damage.

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We hit the water that first day with some trigger-related anxiety.  Jesse had warned us that an especially large titan trigger made her home nearby, and that if we saw her we were to cower behind him like the pansies we were.  Screw that, I thought: I’m provoking an attack.  The resultant scar would be a cool synecdoche for a great story.

But when the trigger appeared I obeyed Jesse and ducked.  The triggerfish fluttered awkwardly in a vertical position, facing downward, pecking at the sand even as its body tugged surface-ward like a helium balloon.  Was it arranging its legendary nest?  Hunting for crustaceans and echinoderms, its preferred food?  We were triggerfish neophytes, and there was no telling.

A titan triggerfish feeds on something crunchy and delicious (an echinoderm, crustracean or mollusk). Image courtesy of flickriver.com.

We watched the trigger until it drifted off into the poor visibility, and then went on our way.  I’ve encountered many triggerfish since then, and even violated their holy funnels, but no trigger has ever shown the slightest peevishness.  Yet during each interaction I feel the same thrill of unease – there’s something discomforting about the discrepancy between the fish’s inelegant body plan and the menace it poses; it’s like a corpulent cinematic gangster.  I’ll probably end many posts this way, but: they’re wonderful fish.

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Deep Blue Something: An Introduction to Diving at Sipadan Island

A green turtle takes the plunge at Sipadan's Hanging Gardens.

Sipadan Island juts from the floor of the Celebes Sea like a sudden pulse of activity on a seismograph.  An hour by boat from the east coast of Sabah, Malaysia, Sipadan is an innocuous island – lots of sand, lots of palm trees, the occasional lethargic monitor lizard.  It can be circled in fifteen minutes on foot.

There’s little to suggest that below the surface lies one of Jacques Cousteau’s all-time favorite dive sites.

Sipadan Island as seen from above, courtesy of maleisure.com

The island is the remnant of a submarine volcano that erupted on the edge of the Philippine Plate millions of years ago.  After the magma subsided, coral polyps rapidly colonized the newly formed island.  Sea levels soon fell, however, exposing and killing the coral.  The dead coral formed limestone cliffs, as giant masses of calcium carbonate are wont to do, and time passed.

Sipadan Island may once have resembled these limestone karsts in the Andaman Sea, Thailand.

But as the Philippine plate subsided, Sipadan sunk with it, and soon those cliffs were underwater again.  Coral repopulated the shrunken island, radiating outward to create a fringing reef about five kilometers in circumference.  When viewed in complete profile, Sipadan now resembles a giant mushroom, with the reef forming the cap and the limestone cliffs forming the stem.

Sipadan is isolated from Borneo (for the region’s complete geologic history I recommend this excellent blog) by a channel.  The channel is not very wide, but it is 900 meters deep – far deeper than the water that surrounds any other island in the area.  And thanks to this channel, large, weird, pelagic creatures can approach the island.

Borneo is pretty much the coolest.

In the days before we dove Sipadan, divers had sighted a thresher shark, a nocturnal denizen of the open ocean with tennis ball-sized eyes and an immense upper caudal (tail) lobe that it uses to herd and then bludgeon schools of fish.  Thresher sharks are notoriously deep-dwelling and shy – they can only be reliably seen by divers in one tiny pocket of ocean in the Philippines – but the cold, nutrient-rich currents that swirl around the island had lured one from the depths, and it spent a few days hanging out at a dive site called South Point.  That’s the kind of bizarre and spectacular animal you can see at Sipadan – no other island has such deep water so close to land.

We didn't see this beast, but the point is we could have. Courtesy of scienceray.com

As a result of the unusual geology described above, Sipadan features three distinct habitats: shallow coral gardens (the fringing reef); vertiginous rock walls (the erstwhile limestone cliffs); and the channel, a vast and disorienting blue expanse that’s liable to make a diver feel like a speck of phytoplankton.

These three discrete habitats produce an incredible panoply of life, and most dives visit all three zones.  Each dive at Sipadan begins by dropping down the rock wall to a depth between 18 and 24 meters, and hooking up with the prevailing currents that sweep along the wall.  Once you’re in the current’s grip, it’s hardly necessary to swim; you can simply fold your arms and legs, allow yourself to be blown along the rock face like a leaf, and enjoy the parade of sea life.

Drift diving past a terrifying, perhaps carnivorous, rock formation at Sipadan

Floating with the current is known as drift diving, or, more technically, The Conveyor Belt of Awesomeness.  Triggerfish, harlequin sweetlips, lionfish and other reef fishes abound; spiny lobsters wave their antenna cantankerously from their rocky refuges; longnose hawkfish camouflage themselves in the sea fans that bloom from the walls.  The current prevents you from scrutinizing small organisms for more than a few seconds, but scrutinyisn’t really the point – the point is becoming a constituent of the gorgeous tableau instead of a disrupter, harmonizing with the elements instead of fighting them.

Even while indulging in the Conveyor Belt of Awesomeness, you keep one eye on the gaping, featureless blue, for this is where Sipadan’sbig-ticket items lurk.  Each zone contains different species: spotted eagle rays flap phantasmically forty meters down; black-tipped reef sharks skulk past at eye level; green turtles float regally overhead accompanied by entourages of remoras and batfish.  Seeing turtles and sharks is a rarity at most other dive sites; after a few days at Sipadan they elicit yawns.

White-tipped reef sharks, looking nefarious.

A trio of longfin butterflyfish.

After 45 minutes of drift diving, you’re running low on air and nudging your decompression limits.  You rise to five meters and crest the limestone cliff like a climber pulling himself onto a mesa, and before you stretches an effulgent garden of hard and soft corals, softened to pastels by the particulate mist in the water.  Above the coral swarm teeming, intricate fish communities. Large schools favor this ecosystem, including gleaming jacks, squadrons of midnight snapper, and shoals of fusiliers.  Most iconic aquarium fish occupy this sector, too: Moorish idols, butterflyfish, clownfish, yellowtail surgeonfish (one peculiarity of fish identification is that the same species often goes by several different names – you might know the yellowtail surgeonfish as the blue surgeonfish, or the blue tang, or Dory).

Brings a tear to my eye.

The most striking contrast, though, is the light: emerging from the murk of the drift dive into the sun-drenched gardens is not only gorgeous, it produces surges of joy, the sort of internal beneficent upwelling that mothers get from their children, that effeminate British teenagers get from Coldplay.  Not only does the radiant light lift spirits, but the abundance of life, the obvious health of the ecosystem in a region otherwise degraded by overfishing, is encouraging.  No person has ever felt unhappy in a Sipadan coral garden; no person has ever felt anything short of ecstatic.  I can’t prove that, but I’m nonetheless certain of it.

More about Sipadan’s ecology and conservation status pending…

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Inception

Today marks the inauguration of my new blog, Thirty Below FishiLeaks: Dispatches from the Undersea Realm.  FishiLeaks tackles the issues that most concern me right now: marine biology/ecology, the conservation of coral reefs and fisheries, and scuba diving. For more about my intentions, check out the blog’s Raison d’etre. I hope that the slim but almost-kind of-devoted fanbase of The Wastivore’s Dilemma will follow this new endeavor with the same lukewarm interest that made Wastivore such a success.

In January, my girlfriend Elise and I are moving to Utila Island, Honduras, to work as divemasters.  (A divemaster is a person who leads other divers around dive sites, pointing out interesting fish, navigating the reef, and preventing customers from touching things that will bite their fingers off.)  I’ve created this blog mainly as a forum for describing that experience, but I’ll also be blogging between now and January about reef creatures, dive theory, and ocean conservation. Through FishiLeaks I hope to keep my own knowledge of marine biology sharp, educate readers on the imperative of protecting marine habitat, and convince my non-diver friends that they need to get certified tomorrow. I generally dislike proselytizers, but these are subjects about which I’m happy to preach.

Thanks for reading!

Ben Goldfarb

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