He lay in the stern and steered and watched for the glow to come in the sky. I have half of him, he thought. Maybe I'll have the luck to bring the forward half in. I should have some luck. No, he said. You violated your luck when you went too far outside.
"Don't be silly," he said aloud. "And keep awake and steer. You may have much luck yet."
"I'd like to buy some if there's any place they sell it," he said.
What could I buy it with? he asked himself. Could I buy it with a lost harpoon and a broken knife and two bad hands?
"You might," he said. "You tried to buy it with eighty-four days at sea. They nearly sold it to you too."
I must not think nonsense, he thought.
Luck is a thing that comes in many forms and who can recognize her? I would take some though in any form and pay what they asked.
I wish I could see the glow from the lights, he thought.
I wish too many things.
But that is the thing I wish for now.