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We
crossed
a
bridge
over
the
Siuslaw
.
There
was
just
enough
mist
in
the
air
that
I
could
lick
out
my
tongue
to
the
wind
and
taste
the
ocean
before
we
could
see
it
.
Everyone
knew
we
were
getting
close
and
did
n't
speak
all
the
way
to
the
docks
.
The
captain
who
was
supposed
to
take
us
out
had
a
bald
gray
metal
head
set
in
a
black
turtleneck
like
a
gun
turret
on
a
U-boat
;
the
cold
cigar
sticking
from
his
mouth
swept
over
us
.
He
stood
beside
McMurphy
on
the
wooden
pier
and
looked
out
to
sea
as
he
talked
.
Behind
him
and
up
a
bunch
of
steps
,
six
or
eight
men
in
windbreakers
were
sitting
on
a
bench
along
the
front
of
the
bait
shop
.
The
captain
talked
loudly
,
half
to
the
loafers
on
his
one
side
and
half
to
McMurphy
on
the
other
side
,
firing
his
copper-jacket
voice
someplace
in
between
.
"
Do
n't
care
.
Told
you
specifically
in
the
letter
.
You
do
n't
have
a
signed
waiver
clearing
me
with
proper
authorities
,
I
do
n't
go
out
.
"
The
round
head
swiveled
in
the
turret
of
his
sweater
,
beading
down
that
cigar
at
the
lot
of
us
.
"
Look
there
.
Bunch
like
that
at
sea
,
could
go
to
diving
overboard
like
rats
.
Relatives
could
sue
me
for
everything
I
own
.
I
ca
n't
risk
it
.
"
McMurphy
explained
how
the
other
girl
was
supposed
to
get
all
those
papers
up
in
Portland
.
One
of
the
guys
leaning
against
the
bait
shop
called
,
"
What
other
girl
?
Could
n't
Blondie
there
handle
the
lot
of
you
?
"
McMurphy
did
n't
pay
the
guy
any
mind
and
went
on
arguing
with
the
captain
,
but
you
could
see
how
it
bothered
the
girl
.
Those
men
against
the
shop
kept
leering
at
her
and
leaning
close
together
to
whisper
things
.
All
our
crew
,
even
the
doctor
,
saw
this
and
got
to
feeling
ashamed
that
we
did
n't
do
something
.
We
were
n't
the
cocky
bunch
that
was
back
at
the
service
station
.
McMurphy
stopped
arguing
when
he
saw
he
was
n't
getting
any
place
with
the
captain
,
and
turned
around
a
couple
of
times
,
running
his
hand
through
his
hair
.
"
Which
boat
have
we
got
rented
?
"
"
That
's
it
there
.
The
Lark
.
Not
a
man
sets
foot
on
her
till
I
have
a
signed
waiver
clearing
me
.
Not
a
man
.
"
"
I
do
n't
intend
to
rent
a
boat
so
we
can
sit
all
day
and
watch
it
bob
up
and
down
at
the
dock
,
"
McMurphy
said
.
"
Do
n't
you
have
a
phone
up
there
in
your
bait
shack
?
Let
's
go
get
this
cleared
up
.
"
They
thumped
up
the
steps
onto
the
level
with
the
bait
shop
and
went
inside
,
leaving
us
clustered
up
by
ourselves
,
with
that
bunch
of
loafers
up
there
watching
us
and
making
comments
and
sniggering
and
goosing
one
another
in
the
ribs
.
