“Somethinghurthimthen,”hesaidaloudandpulledbackonthelinetoseeifhecouldturnthefish.Butwhenhewastouchingthebreakingpointheheldsteadyandsettledbackagainstthestrainoftheline.
“Yourefeelingitnow,fish,”hesaid.“Andso,Godknows,amI.”
Helookedaroundforthebirdnowbecausehewouldhavelikedhimforcompany.Thebirdwasgone.
Youdidnotstaylong,themanthought.Butitisrougherwhereyouaregoinguntilyoumaketheshore.HowdidIletthefishcutmewiththatonequickpullhemade?Imustbegettingverystupid.OrperhapsIwaslookingatthesmallbirdandthinkingofhiNowIwillpayattentiontomyworkandthenImusteatthetunasothatIwillnothaveafailureofstrength.
“IwishtheboywerehereandthatIhadsomesalt,”hesaidaloud.
Shiftingtheweightofthelinetohisleftshoulderandkneelingcarefullyhewashedhishandintheoceanandhelditthere,submerged,formorethanaminutewatchingthebloodtrailawayandthesteadymovementofthewateragainsthishandastheboatmoved.
“Hehasslowedmuch,”hesaid.
Theoldmanwouldhavelikedtokeephishandinthesaltwaterlongerbuthewasafraidofanothersuddenlurchbythefishandhestoodupandbracedhimselfandheldhishandupagainstthesun.Itwasonlyalineburnthathadcuthisflesh.Butitwasintheworkingpartofhishand.Heknewhewouldneedhishandsbeforethiswasoverandhedidnotliketobecutbeforeitstarted.
“Now,”hesaid,whenhishandhaddried,“Imusteatthesmalltuna.Icanreachhimwiththegaffandeathimhereincomfort.”
Hekneltdownandfoundthetunaunderthesternwiththegaffanddrewittowardhimkeepingitclearofthecoiledlines.Holdingthelinewithhisleftshoulderagain,andbracingonhislefthandandarm,hetookthetunaoffthegaffhookandputthegaffbackinplace.Heputonekneeonthefishandcutstripsofdarkredmeatlongitudinallyfromthebackoftheheadtothetail.Theywerewedge-shapedstripsandhecutthemfromnexttothebackbonedowntotheedgeofthebelly.Whenhehadcutsixstripshespreadthemoutonthewoodofthebow,wipedhisknifeonhistrousers,andliftedthecarcassofthebonitobythetailanddroppeditoverboard.
“IdontthinkIcaneatanentireone,”hesaidanddrewhisknifeacrossoneofthestrips.Hecouldfeelthesteadyhardpullofthelineandhislefthandwascramped.Itdrewuptightontheheavycordandhelookedatitindisgust.
“Whatkindofahandisthat,”hesaid.“Crampthenifyouwant.Makeyourselfintoaclaw.Itwilldoyounogood.”Comeon,hethoughtandlookeddownintothedarkwaterattheslantoftheline.Eatitnowanditwillstrengthenthehand.Itisnotthehandsfaultandyouhavebeenmanyhourswiththefish.Butyoucanstaywithhimforever.Eatthebonitonow.
Hepickedupapieceandputitinhismouthandcheweditslowly.Itwasnotunpleasant.
Chewitwell,hethought,andgetallthejuices.Itwouldnotbebadtoeatwithalittlelimeorwithlemonorwithsalt.“Howdoyoufeel,hand?”heaskedthecrampedhandthatwasalmostasstiffasrigormortis.“Illeatsomemoreforyou.”
Heatetheotherpartofthepiecethathehadcutintwo.Hecheweditcarefullyandthenspatouttheskin.
“Howdoesitgo,hand?Orisittooearlytoknow?”
Hetookanotherfullpieceandchewedit.
“Itisastrongfull-bloodedfish,”hethought.“Iwasluckytogethiminsteadofdolphin.Dolphinistoosweet.Thisishardlysweetatallandallthestrengthisstillinit.”
Thereisnosenseinbeinganythingbutpracticalthough,hethought.IwishIhadsomesalt.AndIdonotknowwhetherthesunwillrotordrywhatisleft,soIhadbettereatitallalthoughIamnothungry.Thefishiscalmandsteady.IwilleatitallandthenIwillbeready.
“Bepatient,hand,”hesaid“,Idothisforyou.”
IwishIcouldfeedthefish,hethought.Heismybrother.ButImustkillhimandkeepstrongtodoit.Slowlyandconscientiouslyheateallofthewedge-shapedstripsoffish.
Hestraightenedup,wipinghishandonhistrousers.
“Now,”hesaid.“Youcanletthecordgo,hand,andIwillhandlehimwiththerightarmaloneuntilyoustopthatnonsense.”Heputhisleftfootontheheavylinethatthelefthandhadheldandlaybackagainstthepullagainsthisback.“Godhelpmetohavethecrampgo,”hesaid.“BecauseIdonotknowwhatthefishisgoingtodo.”
Butheseemscalm,hethought,andfollowinghisplan.Butwhatishisplan,hethought.Andwhatismine?MineImustimprovisetohisbecauseofhisgreatsize.IfhewilljumpIcankillhiButhestaysdownforever.ThenIwillstaydownwithhimforever.
Herubbedthecrampedhandagainsthistrousersandtriedtogentlethefingers.Butitwouldnotopen.Maybeitwillopenwiththesun,hethought,Maybeitwillopenwhenthestrongrawtunaisdigested.IfIhavetohaveit,Iwillopenit,costwhateveritcosts.ButIdonotwanttoopenitnowbyforce.Letitopenbyitselfandcomebackofitsownaccord.AfterallIabuseditmuchinthenightwhenitisnecessarytofreeandunitethevariouslines.
Helookedacrosstheseaandknewhowalonehewasnow.ButhecouldseetheprismsinthedeepdarkwaterandthelinestretchingaheadandthestrangeundulationofthecalThecloudswerebuildingupnowforthetradewindandhelookedaheadandsawaflightofwildducksetchingthemselvesagainsttheskyoverthewater,thenblurring,thenetchingagainandheknewnomanwaseveraloneonthesea.
Hethoughtofhowsomemenfearedbeingoutofsightoflandinasmallboatandknewtheywererightinthemonthsofsuddenbadweather.Butnowtheywereinhurricanemonthsand,whentherearenohurricanes,theweatherofhurricanemonthsisthebestofalltheyear.
Ifthereisahurricaneyoualwaysseethesignsofitintheskyfordaysahead,ifyouareatsea.Theydonotseeitashorebecausetheydonotknowwhattolookfor,hethought.Thelandmustmakeadifferencetoo,intheshapeoftheclouds.Butwehavenohurricanecomingnow.
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