Today, I woke up to this tweet: “Ghanaian reporter who can’t swim joins chase for a pirate ship”. Why would such a person join this kind of chase? That’s the valid question I never asked, because I was not only mentioned in that tweet; I was that reporter.

The essay is the one I promised to write about my experiences working as a photographer for the New York Times on the Outlaw Ocean series. This time, I included more details on the chase: from bouts of sea sickness, my wobbly posture on rubber skiffs and how a school of dolphins brought me in close contact with those I needed to photograph as part of the story.

Here’s a paragraph: “It was the strangest twist of luck: these men whom we had not been able to photograph, wanted criminals, men whose identities even Interpol had not pinned down, stepped into our line of shot. I couldn’t grab my zoom lens fast enough. It was one of those rare moments in this job when it all falls in place.”

Click here to see the full essay in ZAM.