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"
Now
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
can
let
the
cord
go
,
hand
,
and
I
will
handle
him
with
the
right
arm
alone
until
you
stop
that
nonsense
.
"
He
put
his
left
foot
on
the
heavy
line
that
the
left
hand
had
held
and
lay
back
against
the
pull
against
his
back
.
"
God
help
me
to
have
the
cramp
go
,
"
he
said
.
"
Because
I
do
not
know
what
the
fish
is
going
to
do
.
"
But
he
seems
calm
,
he
thought
,
and
following
his
plan
.
But
what
is
his
plan
,
he
thought
.
And
what
is
mine
?
Mine
I
must
improvise
to
his
because
of
his
great
size
.
If
he
will
jump
I
can
kill
him
.
But
he
stays
down
forever
.
Then
I
will
stay
down
with
him
forever
.
He
rubbed
the
cramped
hand
against
his
trousers
and
tried
to
gentle
the
fingers
.
But
it
would
not
open
.
Maybe
it
will
open
with
the
sun
,
he
thought
.
Maybe
it
will
open
when
the
strong
raw
tuna
is
digested
.
If
I
have
to
have
it
,
I
will
open
it
,
cost
whatever
it
costs
.
But
I
do
not
want
to
open
it
now
by
force
.
Let
it
open
by
itself
and
come
back
of
its
own
accord
.
After
all
I
abused
it
much
in
the
night
when
it
was
necessary
to
free
and
unite
the
various
lines
.
He
looked
across
the
sea
and
knew
how
alone
he
was
now
.
But
he
could
see
the
prisms
in
the
deep
dark
water
and
the
line
stretching
ahead
and
the
strange
undulation
of
the
calm
.
The
clouds
were
building
up
now
for
the
trade
wind
and
he
looked
ahead
and
saw
a
flight
of
wild
ducks
etching
themselves
against
the
sky
over
the
water
,
then
blurring
,
then
etching
again
and
he
knew
no
man
was
ever
alone
on
the
sea
.
He
thought
of
how
some
men
feared
being
out
of
sight
of
land
in
a
small
boat
and
knew
they
were
right
in
the
months
of
sudden
bad
weather
.
But
now
they
were
in
hurricane
months
and
,
when
there
are
no
hurricanes
,
the
weather
of
hurricane
months
is
the
best
of
all
the
year
.
If
there
is
a
hurricane
you
always
see
the
signs
of
it
in
the
sky
for
days
ahead
,
if
you
are
at
sea
.
They
do
not
see
it
ashore
because
they
do
not
know
what
to
look
for
,
he
thought
.
The
land
must
make
a
difference
too
,
in
the
shape
of
the
clouds
.
But
we
have
no
hurricane
coming
now
.
He
looked
at
the
sky
and
saw
the
white
cumulus
built
like
friendly
piles
of
ice
cream
and
high
above
were
the
thin
feathers
of
the
cirrus
against
the
high
September
sky
.
"
Light
brisa
,
"
he
said
.
"
Better
weather
for
me
than
for
you
,
fish
.
"
His
left
hand
was
still
cramped
,
but
he
was
unknotting
it
slowly
.
