“Halffish，”hesaid.“Fishthatyouwere.IamsorrythatIwenttoofarout.Iruinedusboth.Butwehavekilledmanysharks，youandI，andruinedmanyothers.Howmanydidyoueverkill，oldfish？Youdonothavethatspearonyourheadfornothing.”

Helikedtothinkofthefishandwhathecoulddotoasharkifhewereswimmingfree.Ishouldhavechoppedthebillofftofightthemwith，hethought.Buttherewasnohatchetaherewasnoknife.

ButifIhad，andcouldhavelashedittoanoarbutt，on.Thenwemighthavefoughtthemtogether.Whatwillyoudonowiftheyeinthenight？Whatyoudo？

“Fightthem，”hesaid.“I’llfightthemuntilIdie.”

Butinthedarknowandnoglowshowingandnolightsandonlythewindaeadypullofthesailhefeltthatperhapshewasalreadydead.Heputhistwohandstogetherahepalms.Theywerenotdeadandhecouldbringthepainoflifebysimplyopeningandclosingthem.Heleanedhisbackagainstthesternandknewhewasnotdead.Hisshoulderstoldhim.

IhaveallthoseprayersIpromisedifIcaughtthefish，hethought.ButIamtootiredtosaythemnow.Ibettergetthesadputitovermyshoulders.

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