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"
I
had
better
re
-
bait
that
little
line
out
over
the
stern
,
"
he
said
.
"
If
the
fish
decides
to
stay
another
night
I
will
need
to
eat
again
and
the
water
is
low
in
the
bottle
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
can
get
anything
but
a
dolphin
here
.
But
if
I
eat
him
fresh
enough
he
won
’
t
be
bad
.
I
wish
a
flying
fish
would
come
on
board
tonight
.
But
I
have
no
light
to
attract
them
.
A
flying
fish
is
excellent
to
eat
raw
and
I
would
not
have
to
cut
him
up
.
I
must
save
all
my
strength
now
.
Christ
,
I
did
not
know
he
was
so
big
.
"
"
I
’
ll
kill
him
though
,
"
he
said
.
"
In
all
his
greatness
and
his
glory
.
"
Although
it
is
unjust
,
he
thought
.
But
I
will
show
him
what
a
man
can
do
and
what
a
man
endures
.
"
I
told
the
boy
I
was
a
strange
old
man
,
"
he
said
.
"
Now
is
when
I
must
prove
it
.
"
The
thousand
times
that
he
had
proved
it
meant
nothing
.
Now
he
was
proving
it
again
.
Each
time
was
a
new
time
and
he
never
thought
about
the
past
when
he
was
doing
it
.
I
wish
he
’
d
sleep
and
I
could
sleep
and
dream
about
the
lions
,
he
thought
.
Why
are
the
lions
the
main
thing
that
is
left
?
Don
’
t
think
,
old
man
,
he
said
to
himself
.
Rest
gently
now
against
the
wood
and
think
of
nothing
.
He
is
working
.
Work
as
little
as
you
can
.
It
was
getting
into
the
afternoon
and
the
boat
still
moved
slowly
and
steadily
.
But
there
was
an
added
drag
now
from
the
easterly
breeze
and
the
old
man
rode
gently
with
the
small
sea
and
the
hurt
of
the
cord
across
his
back
came
to
him
easily
and
smoothly
.
Once
in
the
afternoon
the
line
started
to
rise
again
.
But
the
fish
only
continued
to
swim
at
a
slightly
higher
level
.
The
sun
was
on
the
old
man
’
s
left
arm
and
shoulder
and
on
his
back
.
So
he
knew
the
fish
had
turned
east
of
north
.
Now
that
he
had
seen
him
once
,
he
could
picture
the
fish
swimming
in
the
water
with
his
purple
pectoral
fins
set
wide
as
wings
and
the
great
erect
tail
slicing
through
the
dark
.
I
wonder
how
much
he
sees
at
that
depth
,
the
old
man
thought
.
His
eye
is
huge
and
a
horse
,
with
much
less
eye
,
can
see
in
the
dark
.
Once
I
could
see
quite
well
in
the
dark
.
Not
in
the
absolute
dark
.
But
almost
as
a
cat
sees
.
The
sun
and
his
steady
movement
of
his
fingers
had
uncramped
his
left
hand
now
completely
and
he
began
to
shift
more
of
the
strain
to
it
and
he
shrugged
the
muscles
of
his
back
to
shift
the
hurt
of
the
cord
a
little
.
