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He
slid
the
carcass
overboard
and
looked
to
see
if
there
was
any
swirl
in
the
water
.
But
there
was
only
the
light
of
its
slow
descent
.
He
turned
then
and
placed
the
two
flying
fish
inside
the
two
fillets
of
fish
and
putting
his
knife
back
in
its
sheath
,
he
worked
his
way
slowly
back
to
the
bow
.
His
back
was
bent
with
the
weight
of
the
line
across
it
and
he
carried
the
fish
in
his
right
hand
.
Back
in
the
bow
he
laid
the
two
fillets
of
fish
out
on
the
wood
with
the
flying
fish
beside
them
.
After
that
he
settled
the
line
across
his
shoulders
in
a
new
place
and
held
it
again
with
his
left
hand
resting
on
the
gunwale
.
Then
he
leaned
over
the
side
and
washed
the
flying
fish
in
the
water
,
noting
the
speed
of
the
water
against
his
hand
.
His
hand
was
phosphorescent
from
skinning
the
fish
and
he
watched
the
flow
of
the
water
against
it
.
The
flow
was
less
strong
and
as
he
rubbed
the
side
of
his
hand
against
the
planking
of
the
skiff
,
particles
of
phosphorus
floated
off
and
drifted
slowly
astern
.
"
He
is
tiring
or
he
is
resting
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
"
Now
let
me
get
through
the
eating
of
this
dolphin
and
get
some
rest
and
a
little
sleep
.
"
Under
the
stars
and
with
the
night
colder
all
the
time
he
ate
half
of
one
of
the
dolphin
fillets
and
one
of
the
flying
fish
,
gutted
and
with
its
head
cut
off
.
"
What
an
excellent
fish
dolphin
is
to
eat
cooked
,
"
he
said
.
"
And
what
a
miserable
fish
raw
.
I
will
never
go
in
a
boat
again
without
salt
or
limes
.
"
If
I
had
brains
I
would
have
splashed
water
on
the
bow
all
day
and
drying
,
it
would
have
made
salt
,
he
thought
.
But
then
I
did
not
hook
the
dolphin
until
almost
sunset
.
Still
it
was
a
lack
of
preparation
.
But
I
have
chewed
it
all
well
and
I
am
not
nauseated
.
The
sky
was
clouding
over
to
the
east
and
one
after
another
the
stars
he
knew
were
gone
.
It
looked
now
as
though
he
were
moving
into
a
great
canyon
of
clouds
and
the
wind
had
dropped
.
"
There
will
be
bad
weather
in
three
or
four
days
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
not
tonight
and
not
tomorrow
.
Rig
now
to
get
some
sleep
,
old
man
,
while
the
fish
is
calm
and
steady
.
"
He
held
the
line
tight
in
his
right
hand
and
then
pushed
his
thigh
against
his
right
hand
as
he
leaned
all
his
weight
against
the
wood
of
the
bow
.
Then
he
passed
the
line
a
little
lower
on
his
shoulders
and
braced
his
left
hand
on
it
.
