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He
made
the
fish
fast
to
bow
and
stern
and
to
the
middle
thwart
.
He
was
so
big
it
was
like
lashing
a
much
bigger
skiff
alongside
.
He
cut
a
piece
of
line
and
tied
the
fish
’
s
lower
jaw
against
his
bill
so
his
mouth
would
not
open
and
they
would
sail
as
cleanly
as
possible
.
Then
he
stepped
the
mast
and
,
with
the
stick
that
was
his
gaff
and
with
his
boom
rigged
,
the
patched
sail
drew
,
the
boat
began
to
move
,
and
half
lying
in
the
stern
he
sailed
south
-
west
.
He
did
not
need
a
compass
to
tell
him
where
south
-
west
was
.
He
only
needed
the
feel
of
the
trade
wind
and
the
drawing
of
the
sail
.
I
better
put
a
small
line
out
with
a
spoon
on
it
and
try
and
get
something
to
eat
and
drink
for
the
moisture
.
But
he
could
not
find
a
spoon
and
his
sardines
were
rotten
.
So
he
hooked
a
patch
of
yellow
gulf
weed
with
the
gaff
as
they
passed
and
shook
it
so
that
the
small
shrimps
that
were
in
it
fell
onto
the
planking
of
the
skiff
.
There
were
more
than
a
dozen
of
them
and
they
jumped
and
kicked
like
sand
fleas
.
The
old
man
pinched
their
heads
off
with
his
thumb
and
forefinger
and
ate
them
chewing
up
the
shells
and
the
tails
.
They
were
very
tiny
but
he
knew
they
were
nourishing
and
they
tasted
good
.
The
old
man
still
had
two
drinks
of
water
in
the
bottle
and
he
used
half
of
one
after
he
had
eaten
the
shrimps
.
The
skiff
was
sailing
well
considering
the
handicaps
and
he
steered
with
the
tiller
under
his
arm
.
He
could
see
the
fish
and
he
had
only
to
look
at
his
hands
and
feel
his
back
against
the
stern
to
know
that
this
had
truly
happened
and
was
not
a
dream
.
At
one
time
when
he
was
feeling
so
badly
toward
the
end
,
he
had
thought
perhaps
it
was
a
dream
.
Then
when
he
had
seen
the
fish
come
out
of
the
water
and
hang
motionless
in
the
sky
before
he
fell
,
he
was
sure
there
was
some
great
strangeness
and
he
could
not
believe
it
.
Then
he
could
not
see
well
,
although
now
he
saw
as
well
as
ever
.
Now
he
knew
there
was
the
fish
and
his
hands
and
back
were
no
dream
.
The
hands
cure
quickly
,
he
thought
.
I
bled
them
clean
and
the
salt
water
will
heal
them
.
The
dark
water
of
the
true
gulf
is
the
greatest
healer
that
there
is
.
All
I
must
do
is
keep
the
head
clear
.
The
hands
have
done
their
work
and
we
sail
well
.
With
his
mouth
shut
and
his
tail
straight
up
and
down
we
sail
like
brothers
.
Then
his
head
started
to
become
a
little
unclear
and
he
thought
,
is
he
bringing
me
in
or
am
I
bringing
him
in
?
If
I
were
towing
him
behind
there
would
be
no
question
.
Nor
if
the
fish
were
in
the
skiff
,
with
all
dignity
gone
,
there
would
be
no
question
either
.
But
they
were
sailing
together
lashed
side
by
side
and
the
old
man
thought
,
let
him
bring
me
in
if
it
pleases
him
.
I
am
only
better
than
him
through
trickery
and
he
meant
me
no
harm
.
They
sailed
well
and
the
old
man
soaked
his
hands
in
the
salt
water
and
tried
to
keep
his
head
clear
.
There
were
high
cumulus
clouds
and
enough
cirrus
above
them
so
that
the
old
man
knew
the
breeze
would
last
all
night
.
The
old
man
looked
at
the
fish
constantly
to
make
sure
it
was
true
.
It
was
an
hour
before
the
first
shark
hit
him
.
The
shark
was
not
an
accident
.
He
had
come
up
from
deep
down
in
the
water
as
the
dark
cloud
of
blood
had
settled
and
dispersed
in
the
mile
deep
sea
.
He
had
come
up
so
fast
and
absolutely
without
caution
that
he
broke
the
surface
of
the
blue
water
and
was
in
the
sun
.
Then
he
fell
back
into
the
sea
and
picked
up
the
scent
and
started
swimming
on
the
course
the
skiff
and
the
fish
had
taken
.
Sometimes
he
lost
the
scent
.
But
he
would
pick
it
up
again
,
or
have
just
a
trace
of
it
,
and
he
swam
fast
and
hard
on
the
course
.
He
was
a
very
big
Mako
shark
built
to
swim
as
fast
as
the
fastest
fish
in
the
sea
and
everything
about
him
was
beautiful
except
his
jaws
.
His
back
was
as
blue
as
a
sword
fish
’
s
and
his
belly
was
silver
and
his
hide
was
smooth
and
handsome
.
He
was
built
as
a
sword
fish
except
for
his
huge
jaws
which
were
tight
shut
now
as
he
swam
fast
,
just
under
the
surface
with
his
high
dorsal
fin
knifing
through
the
water
without
wavering
.
Inside
the
closed
double
lip
of
his
jaws
all
of
his
eight
rows
of
teeth
were
slanted
inwards
.
They
were
not
the
ordinary
pyramid
-
shaped
teeth
of
most
sharks
.
They
were
shaped
like
a
man
’
s
fingers
when
they
are
crisped
like
claws
.
