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"
That
was
something
.
"
The
doctor
panted
from
the
floor
,
not
enough
strength
left
to
push
the
huge
fish
off
him
.
"
That
was
...
certainly
something
.
"
The
boat
pitched
and
cracked
all
the
way
back
to
shore
,
with
McMurphy
telling
grim
tales
about
shipwrecks
and
sharks
.
The
waves
got
bigger
as
we
got
closer
to
shore
,
and
from
the
crests
clots
of
white
foam
blew
swirling
up
in
the
wind
to
join
the
gulls
.
The
swells
at
the
mouth
of
the
jetty
were
combing
higher
than
the
boat
,
and
George
had
us
all
put
on
life
jackets
.
I
noticed
all
the
other
sports
boats
were
in
.
We
were
three
jackets
short
,
and
there
was
a
fuss
as
to
who
'd
be
the
three
that
braved
that
bar
without
jackets
.
It
finally
turned
out
to
be
Billy
Bibbit
and
Harding
and
George
,
who
would
n't
wear
one
anyway
on
account
of
the
dirt
.
Everybody
was
kind
of
surprised
that
Billy
had
volunteered
,
took
his
life
jacket
off
right
away
when
we
found
we
were
short
,
and
helped
the
girl
into
it
,
but
everybody
was
even
more
surprised
that
McMurphy
had
n't
insisted
that
he
be
one
of
the
heroes
;
all
during
the
fuss
he
'd
stood
with
his
back
against
the
cabin
,
bracing
against
the
pitch
of
the
boat
,
and
watched
the
guys
without
saying
a
word
.
Just
grinning
and
watching
.
We
hit
the
bar
and
dropped
into
a
canyon
of
water
,
the
bow
of
the
boat
pointing
up
the
hissing
crest
of
the
wave
going
before
us
,
and
the
rear
down
in
the
trough
in
the
shadow
of
the
wave
looming
behind
us
,
and
everybody
in
the
back
hanging
on
the
rail
and
looking
from
the
mountain
that
chased
behind
to
the
streaming
black
rocks
of
the
jetty
forty
feet
to
the
left
,
to
George
at
the
wheel
.
He
stood
there
like
a
mast
.
He
kept
turning
his
head
from
the
front
to
the
back
,
gunning
the
throttle
,
easing
off
,
gunning
again
,
holding
us
steady
riding
the
uphill
slant
of
that
wave
in
front
.
He
'd
told
us
before
we
started
the
run
that
if
we
went
over
that
crest
in
front
,
we
'd
surfboard
out
of
control
as
soon
as
the
prop
and
rudder
broke
water
,
and
if
we
slowed
down
to
where
that
wave
behind
caught
up
it
would
break
over
the
stern
and
dump
ten
tons
of
water
into
the
boat
.
Nobody
joked
or
said
anything
funny
about
the
way
he
kept
turning
his
head
back
and
forth
like
it
was
mounted
up
there
on
a
swivel
.
Inside
the
mooring
the
water
calmed
to
a
choppy
surface
again
,
and
at
our
dock
,
by
the
bait
shop
,
we
could
see
the
captain
waiting
with
two
cops
at
the
water
's
edge
.
All
the
loafers
were
gathered
behind
them
.
George
headed
at
them
full
throttle
,
booming
down
on
them
till
the
captain
went
to
waving
and
yelling
and
the
cops
headed
up
the
steps
with
the
loafers
.
Just
before
the
prow
of
the
boat
tore
out
the
whole
dock
,
George
swung
the
wheel
,
threw
the
prop
into
reverse
,
and
with
a
powerful
roar
snuggled
the
boat
in
against
the
rubber
tires
like
he
was
easing
it
into
bed
.
We
were
already
out
tying
up
by
the
time
our
wake
caught
up
;
it
pitched
all
the
boats
around
and
slopped
over
the
dock
and
whitecapped
around
the
docks
like
we
'd
brought
the
sea
home
with
us
.
The
captain
and
the
cops
and
the
loafers
came
tromping
back
down
the
steps
to
us
.
The
doctor
carried
the
fight
to
them
by
first
off
telling
the
cops
they
did
n't
have
any
jurisdiction
over
us
,
as
we
were
a
legal
,
government-sponsored
expedition
,
and
if
there
was
anyone
to
take
the
matter
up
with
it
would
have
to
be
a
federal
agency
.
Also
,
there
might
be
some
investigation
into
the
number
of
life
jackets
that
the
boat
held
if
the
captain
really
planned
to
make
trouble
.
Was
n't
there
supposed
to
be
a
life
jacket
for
every
man
on
board
,
according
to
the
law
?
When
the
captain
did
n't
say
anything
the
cops
took
some
names
and
left
,
mumbling
and
confused
,
and
as
soon
as
they
were
off
the
pier
McMurphy
and
the
captain
went
to
arguing
and
shoving
each
other
around
.
McMurphy
was
drunk
enough
he
was
still
trying
to
rock
with
the
roll
of
the
boat
and
he
slipped
on
the
wet
wood
and
fell
in
the
ocean
twice
before
he
got
his
footing
sufficient
to
hit
the
captain
one
up
alongside
of
his
bald
head
and
settle
the
fuss
.
Everybody
felt
better
that
that
was
out
of
the
way
,
and
the
captain
and
McMurphy
both
went
to
the
bait
shop
to
get
more
beer
while
the
rest
of
us
worked
at
hauling
our
fish
out
of
the
hold
.
The
loafers
stood
on
that
upper
dock
,
watching
and
smoking
pipes
they
'd
carved
themselves
.
We
were
waiting
for
them
to
say
something
about
the
girl
again
,
hoping
for
it
,
to
tell
the
truth
,
but
when
one
of
them
finally
did
say
something
it
was
n't
about
the
girl
but
about
our
fish
being
the
biggest
halibut
he
'd
ever
seen
brought
in
on
the
Oregon
coast
.
All
the
rest
nodded
that
that
was
sure
the
truth
.
They
came
edging
down
to
look
it
over
.
They
asked
George
where
he
learned
to
dock
a
boat
that
way
,
and
we
found
out
George
'd
not
just
run
fishing
boats
but
he
'd
also
been
captain
of
a
PT
boat
in
the
Pacific
and
got
the
Navy
Cross
.
"
Shoulda
gone
into
public
office
,
"
one
of
the
loafers
said
.
"
Too
dirty
,
"
George
told
him
.
They
could
sense
the
change
that
most
of
us
were
only
suspecting
;
these
were
n't
the
same
bunch
of
weak-knees
from
a
nuthouse
that
they
'd
watched
take
their
insults
on
the
dock
this
morning
.
They
did
n't
exactly
apologize
to
the
girl
for
the
things
they
'd
said
,
but
when
they
asked
to
see
the
fish
she
'd
caught
they
were
just
as
polite
as
pie
.
And
when
McMurphy
and
the
captain
came
back
out
of
the
bait
shop
we
all
shared
a
beer
together
before
we
drove
away
.
