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The
turtles
saw
them
,
approached
them
from
the
front
,
then
shut
their
eyes
so
they
were
completely
carapaced
and
ate
them
filaments
and
all
.
The
old
man
loved
to
see
the
turtles
eat
them
and
he
loved
to
walk
on
them
on
the
beach
after
a
storm
and
hear
them
pop
when
he
stepped
on
them
with
the
horny
soles
of
his
feet
.
He
loved
green
turtles
and
hawks
-
bills
with
their
elegance
and
speed
and
their
great
value
and
he
had
a
friendly
contempt
for
the
huge
,
stupid
loggerheads
,
yellow
in
their
armour
-
plating
,
strange
in
their
love
-
making
,
and
happily
eating
the
Portuguese
men
-
of
-
war
with
their
eyes
shut
.
He
had
no
mysticism
about
turtles
although
he
had
gone
in
turtle
boats
for
many
years
.
He
was
sorry
for
them
all
,
even
the
great
trunk
backs
that
were
as
long
as
the
skiff
and
weighed
a
ton
.
Most
people
are
heartless
about
turtles
because
a
turtle
’
s
heart
will
beat
for
hours
after
he
has
been
cut
up
and
butchered
.
But
the
old
man
thought
,
I
have
such
a
heart
too
and
my
feet
and
hands
are
like
theirs
.
He
ate
the
white
eggs
to
give
himself
strength
.
He
ate
them
all
through
May
to
be
strong
in
September
and
October
for
the
truly
big
fish
.
He
also
drank
a
cup
of
shark
liver
oil
each
day
from
the
big
drum
in
the
shack
where
many
of
the
fishermen
kept
their
gear
.
It
was
there
for
all
fishermen
who
wanted
it
.
Most
fishermen
hated
the
taste
.
But
it
was
no
worse
than
getting
up
at
the
hours
that
they
rose
and
it
was
very
good
against
all
colds
and
grippes
and
it
was
good
for
the
eyes
.
Now
the
old
man
looked
up
and
saw
that
the
bird
was
circling
again
.
"
He
’
s
found
fish
,
"
he
said
aloud
.
No
flying
fish
broke
the
surface
and
there
was
no
scattering
of
bait
fish
.
But
as
the
old
man
watched
,
a
small
tuna
rose
in
the
air
,
turned
and
dropped
head
first
into
the
water
.
The
tuna
shone
silver
in
the
sun
and
after
he
had
dropped
back
into
the
water
another
and
another
rose
and
they
were
jumping
in
all
directions
,
churning
the
water
and
leaping
in
long
jumps
after
the
bait
.
They
were
circling
it
and
driving
it
.
If
they
don
’
t
travel
too
fast
I
will
get
into
them
,
the
old
man
thought
,
and
he
watched
the
school
working
the
water
white
and
the
bird
now
dropping
and
dipping
into
the
bait
fish
that
were
forced
to
the
surface
in
their
panic
.
"
The
bird
is
a
great
help
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
Just
then
the
stern
line
came
taut
under
his
foot
,
where
he
had
kept
a
loop
of
the
line
,
and
he
dropped
his
oars
and
felt
the
weight
of
the
small
tuna
’
s
shivering
pull
as
he
held
the
line
firm
and
commenced
to
haul
it
in
.
The
shivering
increased
as
he
pulled
in
and
he
could
see
the
blue
back
of
the
fish
in
the
water
and
the
gold
of
his
sides
before
he
swung
him
over
the
side
and
into
the
boat
.
He
lay
in
the
stern
in
the
sun
,
compact
and
bullet
shaped
,
his
big
,
unintelligent
eyes
staring
as
he
thumped
his
life
out
against
the
planking
of
the
boat
with
the
quick
shivering
strokes
of
his
neat
,
fast
-
moving
tail
.
The
old
man
hit
him
on
the
head
for
kindness
and
kicked
him
,
his
body
still
shuddering
,
under
the
shade
of
the
stern
.
"
Albacore
,
"
he
said
aloud
.
"
He
’
ll
make
a
beautiful
bait
.
He
’
ll
weigh
ten
pounds
.
"
