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It
would
be
better
to
gut
the
dolphin
a
little
later
to
save
the
blood
in
the
meat
,
he
thought
.
I
can
do
that
a
little
later
and
lash
the
oars
to
make
a
drag
at
the
same
time
.
I
had
better
keep
the
fish
quiet
now
and
not
disturb
him
too
much
at
sunset
.
The
setting
of
the
sun
is
a
difficult
time
for
all
fish
.
He
let
his
hand
dry
in
the
air
then
grasped
the
line
with
it
and
eased
himself
as
much
as
he
could
and
allowed
himself
to
be
pulled
forward
against
the
wood
so
that
the
boat
took
the
strain
as
much
,
or
more
,
than
he
did
.
I
’
m
learning
how
to
do
it
,
he
thought
.
This
part
of
it
anyway
.
Then
too
,
remember
he
hasn
’
t
eaten
since
he
took
the
bait
and
he
is
huge
and
needs
much
food
.
I
have
eaten
the
whole
bonito
.
Tomorrow
I
will
eat
the
dolphin
.
He
called
it
dorado
.
Perhaps
I
should
eat
some
of
it
when
I
clean
it
.
It
will
be
harder
to
eat
than
the
bonito
.
But
,
then
,
nothing
is
easy
.
"
How
do
you
feel
,
fish
?
"
he
asked
aloud
.
"
I
feel
good
and
my
left
hand
is
better
and
I
have
food
for
a
night
and
a
day
.
Pull
the
boat
,
fish
.
"
He
did
not
truly
feel
good
because
the
pain
from
the
cord
across
his
back
had
almost
passed
pain
and
gone
into
a
dullness
that
he
mistrusted
.
But
I
have
had
worse
things
than
that
,
he
thought
.
My
hand
is
only
cut
a
little
and
the
cramp
is
gone
from
the
other
.
My
legs
are
all
right
.
Also
now
I
have
gained
on
him
in
the
question
of
sustenance
.
It
was
dark
now
as
it
becomes
dark
quickly
after
the
sun
sets
in
September
.
He
lay
against
the
worn
wood
of
the
bow
and
rested
all
that
he
could
.
The
first
stars
were
out
.
He
did
not
know
the
name
of
Rigel
but
he
saw
it
and
knew
soon
they
would
all
be
out
and
he
would
have
all
his
distant
friends
.
"
The
fish
is
my
friend
too
,
"
he
said
aloud
.
"
I
have
never
seen
or
heard
of
such
a
fish
.
But
I
must
kill
him
.
I
am
glad
we
do
not
have
to
try
to
kill
the
stars
.
"
Imagine
if
each
day
a
man
must
try
to
kill
the
moon
,
he
thought
.
The
moon
runs
away
.
But
imagine
if
a
man
each
day
should
have
to
try
to
kill
the
sun
?
We
were
born
lucky
,
he
thought
.
Then
he
was
sorry
for
the
great
fish
that
had
nothing
to
eat
and
his
determination
to
kill
him
never
relaxed
in
his
sorrow
for
him
.
How
many
people
will
he
feed
,
he
thought
.
But
are
they
worthy
to
eat
him
?
No
,
of
course
not
.
There
is
no
one
worthy
of
eating
him
from
the
manner
of
his
behaviour
and
his
great
dignity
.
I
do
not
understand
these
things
,
he
thought
.
But
it
is
good
that
we
do
not
have
to
try
to
kill
the
sun
or
the
moon
or
the
stars
.
It
is
enough
to
live
on
the
sea
and
kill
our
true
brothers
.
