Wait for a wave to flow over the rock, push the canoe out and step into it. Then you are away," said my guide, Taumafai Fuhiniu.
It sounds easy, but the swells are ocean rollers that swirl over the rocks, sucking back out in foam-tinged eddies, and the canoe is a hollowed-out log that looks paper thin.
There is no reef surrounding the island of Niue to provide a buffer against the waves, but if it is too rough then the outrigger canoes stay on the rocks under their covering of coconut fronds. The upside to this environment is that you are in 200m of water a short paddle from the coast and the sea floor continues to fall away into the abyss, so you don't have to go far to find the great fish which roam these tropical waters - yellowfin and albacore tuna, wahoo, giant trevally, barracouta, and billfish such as marlin and sailfish.
Taumafai and his fellow villagers go out early every morning when the conditions are favourable. They are usually home by 9am with a catch which provides a good income, as prime species like wahoo can be sold for $11.30 a kilo to restaurants. A 30kg fish is worth serious money.
So here we were, paddling quietly out on to the indigo waters and, as fellow fishermen have done for aeons, we traded fishing stories, and wife stories, and it became clear why elders such as Taumafai have such respect for the waters that pound their rock and the fish that swim there.