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That
was
the
saddest
thing
I
ever
saw
with
them
,
the
old
man
thought
.
The
boy
was
sad
too
and
we
begged
her
pardon
and
butchered
her
promptly
.
"
I
wish
the
boy
was
here
,
"
he
said
aloud
and
settled
himself
against
the
rounded
planks
of
the
bow
and
felt
the
strength
of
the
great
fish
through
the
line
he
held
across
his
shoulders
moving
steadily
toward
whatever
he
had
chosen
.
When
once
,
through
my
treachery
,
it
had
been
necessary
to
him
to
make
a
choice
,
the
old
man
thought
.
His
choice
had
been
to
stay
in
the
deep
dark
water
far
out
beyond
all
snares
and
traps
and
treacheries
.
My
choice
was
to
go
there
to
find
him
beyond
all
people
.
Beyond
all
people
in
the
world
.
Now
we
are
joined
together
and
have
been
since
noon
.
And
no
one
to
help
either
one
of
us
.
Perhaps
I
should
not
have
been
a
fisherman
,
he
thought
.
But
that
was
the
thing
that
I
was
born
for
.
I
must
surely
remember
to
eat
the
tuna
after
it
gets
light
.
Some
time
before
daylight
something
took
one
of
the
baits
that
were
behind
him
.
He
heard
the
stick
break
and
the
line
begin
to
rush
out
over
the
gunwale
of
the
skiff
.
In
the
darkness
he
loosened
his
sheath
knife
and
taking
all
the
strain
of
the
fish
on
his
left
shoulder
he
leaned
back
and
cut
the
line
against
the
wood
of
the
gunwale
.
Then
he
cut
the
other
line
closest
to
him
and
in
the
dark
made
the
loose
ends
of
the
reserve
coils
fast
.
He
worked
skillfully
with
the
one
hand
and
put
his
foot
on
the
coils
to
hold
them
as
he
drew
his
knots
tight
.
Now
he
had
six
reserve
coils
of
line
.
There
were
two
from
each
bait
he
had
severed
and
the
two
from
the
bait
the
fish
had
taken
and
they
were
all
connected
.
After
it
is
light
,
he
thought
,
I
will
work
back
to
the
forty
-
fathom
bait
and
cut
it
away
too
and
link
up
the
reserve
coils
.
I
will
have
lost
two
hundred
fathoms
of
good
Catalan
cordel
and
the
hooks
and
leaders
.
That
can
be
replaced
.
But
who
replaces
this
fish
if
I
hook
some
fish
and
it
cuts
him
off
?
I
don
’
t
know
what
that
fish
was
that
took
the
bait
just
now
.
It
could
have
been
a
marlin
or
a
broadbill
or
a
shark
.
I
never
felt
him
.
I
had
to
get
rid
of
him
too
fast
.
Aloud
he
said
,
"
I
wish
I
had
the
boy
.
"
But
you
haven
’
t
got
the
boy
,
he
thought
.
You
have
only
yourself
and
you
had
better
work
back
to
the
last
line
now
,
in
the
dark
or
not
in
the
dark
,
and
cut
it
away
and
hook
up
the
two
reserve
coils
.
