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"
Nothing
,
"
he
said
aloud
.
"
I
went
out
too
far
.
"
When
he
sailed
into
the
little
harbour
the
lights
of
the
Terrace
were
out
and
he
knew
everyone
was
in
bed
.
The
breeze
had
risen
steadily
and
was
blowing
strongly
now
.
It
was
quiet
in
the
harbour
though
and
he
sailed
up
onto
the
little
patch
of
shingle
below
the
rocks
.
There
was
no
one
to
help
him
so
he
pulled
the
boat
up
as
far
as
he
could
.
Then
he
stepped
out
and
made
her
fast
to
a
rock
.
He
unstepped
the
mast
and
furled
the
sail
and
tied
it
.
Then
he
shouldered
the
mast
and
started
to
climb
.
It
was
then
he
knew
the
depth
of
his
tiredness
.
He
stopped
for
a
moment
and
looked
back
and
saw
in
the
reflection
from
the
street
light
the
great
tail
of
the
fish
standing
up
well
behind
the
skiff
’
s
stern
.
He
saw
the
white
naked
line
of
his
backbone
and
the
dark
mass
of
the
head
with
the
projecting
bill
and
all
the
nakedness
between
.
He
started
to
climb
again
and
at
the
top
he
fell
and
lay
for
some
time
with
the
mast
across
his
shoulder
.
He
tried
to
get
up
.
But
it
was
too
difficult
and
he
sat
there
with
the
mast
on
his
shoulder
and
looked
at
the
road
.
A
cat
passed
on
the
far
side
going
about
its
business
and
the
old
man
watched
it
.
Then
he
just
watched
the
road
.
Finally
he
put
the
mast
down
and
stood
up
.
He
picked
the
mast
up
and
put
it
on
his
shoulder
and
started
up
the
road
.
He
had
to
sit
down
five
times
before
he
reached
his
shack
.
Inside
the
shack
he
leaned
the
mast
against
the
wall
.
In
the
dark
he
found
a
water
bottle
and
took
a
drink
.
Then
he
lay
down
on
the
bed
.
He
pulled
the
blanket
over
his
shoulders
and
then
over
his
back
and
legs
and
he
slept
face
down
on
the
newspapers
with
his
arms
out
straight
and
the
palms
of
his
hands
up
.
He
was
asleep
when
the
boy
looked
in
the
door
in
the
morning
.
It
was
blowing
so
hard
that
the
drifting
-
boats
would
not
be
going
out
and
the
boy
had
slept
late
and
then
come
to
the
old
man
’
s
shack
as
he
had
come
each
morning
.
The
boy
saw
that
the
old
man
was
breathing
and
then
he
saw
the
old
man
’
s
hands
and
he
started
to
cry
.
He
went
out
very
quietly
to
go
to
bring
some
coffee
and
all
the
way
down
the
road
he
was
crying
.
Many
fishermen
were
around
the
skiff
looking
at
what
was
lashed
beside
it
and
one
was
in
the
water
,
his
trousers
rolled
up
,
measuring
the
skeleton
with
a
length
of
line
.
The
boy
did
not
go
down
.
He
had
been
there
before
and
one
of
the
fishermen
was
looking
after
the
skiff
for
him
.
