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But
by
midnight
he
fought
and
this
time
he
knew
the
fight
was
useless
.
They
came
in
a
pack
and
he
could
only
see
the
lines
in
the
water
that
their
fins
made
and
their
phosphorescence
as
they
threw
themselves
on
the
fish
.
He
clubbed
at
heads
and
heard
the
jaws
chop
and
the
shaking
of
the
skiff
as
they
took
hold
below
.
He
clubbed
desperately
at
what
he
could
only
feel
and
hear
and
he
felt
something
seize
the
club
and
it
was
gone
.
He
jerked
the
tiller
free
from
the
rudder
and
beat
and
chopped
with
it
,
holding
it
in
both
hands
and
driving
it
down
again
and
again
.
But
they
were
up
to
the
bow
now
and
driving
in
one
after
the
other
and
together
,
tearing
off
the
pieces
of
meat
that
showed
glowing
below
the
sea
as
they
turned
to
come
once
more
.
One
came
,
finally
,
against
the
head
itself
and
he
knew
that
it
was
over
.
He
swung
the
tiller
across
the
shark
’
s
head
where
the
jaws
were
caught
in
the
heaviness
of
the
fish
’
s
head
which
would
not
tear
.
He
swung
it
once
and
twice
and
again
.
He
heard
the
tiller
break
and
he
lunged
at
the
shark
with
the
splintered
butt
.
He
felt
it
go
in
and
knowing
it
was
sharp
he
drove
it
in
again
.
The
shark
let
go
and
rolled
away
.
That
was
the
last
shark
of
the
pack
that
came
.
There
was
nothing
more
for
them
to
eat
.
The
old
man
could
hardly
breathe
now
and
he
felt
a
strange
taste
in
his
mouth
.
It
was
coppery
and
sweet
and
he
was
afraid
of
it
for
a
moment
.
But
there
was
not
much
of
it
.
He
spat
into
the
ocean
and
said
,
"
Eat
that
,
Galanos
.
And
make
a
dream
you
’
ve
killed
a
man
.
"
He
knew
he
was
beaten
now
finally
and
without
remedy
and
he
went
back
to
the
stern
and
found
the
jagged
end
of
the
tiller
would
fit
in
the
slot
of
the
rudder
well
enough
for
him
to
steer
.
He
settled
the
sack
around
his
shoulders
and
put
the
skiff
on
her
course
.
He
sailed
lightly
now
and
he
had
no
thoughts
nor
any
feelings
of
any
kind
.
He
was
past
everything
now
and
he
sailed
the
skiff
to
make
his
home
port
as
well
and
as
intelligently
as
he
could
.
In
the
night
sharks
hit
the
carcass
as
someone
might
pick
up
crumbs
from
the
table
.
The
old
man
paid
no
attention
to
them
and
did
not
pay
any
attention
to
anything
except
steering
.
He
only
noticed
how
lightly
and
how
well
the
skiff
sailed
now
there
was
no
great
weight
beside
her
.
She
’
s
good
,
he
thought
.
She
is
sound
and
not
harmed
in
any
way
except
for
the
tiller
.
That
is
easily
replaced
.
He
could
feel
he
was
inside
the
current
now
and
he
could
see
the
lights
of
the
beach
colonies
along
the
shore
.
He
knew
where
he
was
now
and
it
was
nothing
to
get
home
.
The
wind
is
our
friend
,
anyway
,
he
thought
.
Then
he
added
,
sometimes
.
And
the
great
sea
with
our
friends
and
our
enemies
.
And
bed
,
he
thought
.
Bed
is
my
friend
.
Just
bed
,
he
thought
.
Bed
will
be
a
great
thing
.
It
is
easy
when
you
are
beaten
,
he
thought
.
I
never
knew
how
easy
it
was
.
And
what
beat
you
,
he
thought
.
