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Now
I
must
prepare
the
nooses
and
the
rope
to
lash
him
alongside
,
he
thought
.
Even
if
we
were
two
and
swamped
her
to
load
him
and
bailed
her
out
,
this
skiff
would
never
hold
him
.
I
must
prepare
everything
,
then
bring
him
in
and
lash
him
well
and
step
the
mast
and
set
sail
for
home
.
He
started
to
pull
the
fish
in
to
have
him
alongside
so
that
he
could
pass
a
line
through
his
gills
and
out
his
mouth
and
make
his
head
fast
alongside
the
bow
.
I
want
to
see
him
,
he
thought
,
and
to
touch
and
to
feel
him
.
He
is
my
fortune
,
he
thought
.
But
that
is
not
why
I
wish
to
feel
him
.
I
think
I
felt
his
heart
,
he
thought
.
When
I
pushed
on
the
harpoon
shaft
the
second
time
.
Bring
him
in
now
and
make
him
fast
and
get
the
noose
around
his
tail
and
another
around
his
middle
to
bind
him
to
the
skiff
.
"
Get
to
work
,
old
man
,
"
he
said
.
He
took
a
very
small
drink
of
the
water
.
"
There
is
very
much
slave
work
to
be
done
now
that
the
fight
is
over
.
"
He
looked
up
at
the
sky
and
then
out
to
his
fish
.
He
looked
at
the
sun
carefully
.
It
is
not
much
more
than
noon
,
he
thought
.
And
the
trade
wind
is
rising
.
The
lines
all
mean
nothing
now
.
The
boy
and
I
will
splice
them
when
we
are
home
.
"
Come
on
,
fish
,
"
he
said
.
But
the
fish
did
not
come
.
Instead
he
lay
there
wallowing
now
in
the
seas
and
the
old
man
pulled
the
skiff
up
onto
him
.
When
he
was
even
with
him
and
had
the
fish
’
s
head
against
the
bow
he
could
not
believe
his
size
.
But
he
untied
the
harpoon
rope
from
the
bitt
,
passed
it
through
the
fish
’
s
gills
and
out
his
jaws
,
made
a
turn
around
his
sword
then
passed
the
rope
through
the
other
gill
,
made
another
turn
around
the
bill
and
knotted
the
double
rope
and
made
it
fast
to
the
bitt
in
the
bow
.
He
cut
the
rope
then
and
went
astern
to
noose
the
tail
.
The
fish
had
turned
silver
from
his
original
purple
and
silver
,
and
the
stripes
showed
the
same
pale
violet
colour
as
his
tail
.
They
were
wider
than
a
man
’
s
hand
with
his
fingers
spread
and
the
fish
’
s
eye
looked
as
detached
as
the
mirrors
in
a
periscope
or
as
a
saint
in
a
procession
.
"
It
was
the
only
way
to
kill
him
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
He
was
feeling
better
since
the
water
and
he
knew
he
would
not
go
away
and
his
head
was
clear
.
He
’
s
over
fifteen
hundred
pounds
the
way
he
is
,
he
thought
.
Maybe
much
more
.
If
he
dresses
out
two
-
thirds
of
that
at
thirty
cents
a
pound
?
"
I
need
a
pencil
for
that
,
"
he
said
.
"
My
head
is
not
that
clear
.
But
I
think
the
great
DiMaggio
would
be
proud
of
me
today
.
I
had
no
bone
spurs
.
But
the
hands
and
the
back
hurt
truly
.
"
I
wonder
what
a
bone
spur
is
,
he
thought
.
Maybe
we
have
them
without
knowing
of
it
.
