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"
I
would
like
to
go
.
If
I
cannot
fish
with
you
,
I
would
like
to
serve
in
some
way
.
"
"
You
bought
me
a
beer
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
"
You
are
already
a
man
.
"
"
How
old
was
I
when
you
first
took
me
in
a
boat
?
"
"
Five
and
you
nearly
were
killed
when
I
brought
the
fish
in
too
green
and
he
nearly
tore
the
boat
to
pieces
.
Can
you
remember
?
"
"
I
can
remember
the
tail
slapping
and
banging
and
the
thwart
breaking
and
the
noise
of
the
clubbing
.
I
can
remember
you
throwing
me
into
the
bow
where
the
wet
coiled
lines
were
and
feeling
the
whole
boat
shiver
and
the
noise
of
you
clubbing
him
like
chopping
a
tree
down
and
the
sweet
blood
smell
all
over
me
.
"
"
Can
you
really
remember
that
or
did
I
just
tell
it
to
you
?
"
"
I
remember
everything
from
when
we
first
went
together
.
"
The
old
man
looked
at
him
with
his
sun
-
burned
,
confident
loving
eyes
.
"
If
you
were
my
boy
I
’
d
take
you
out
and
gamble
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
you
are
your
father
’
s
and
your
mother
’
s
and
you
are
in
a
lucky
boat
.
"
"
May
I
get
the
sardines
?
I
know
where
I
can
get
four
baits
too
.
"
