Then he could not see well, although now he saw as well as ever.
Now he knew there was the fish and his hands and back were no dream.
The hands cure quickly, he thought.
I bled them clean and the salt water will heal them.
The dark water of the true gulf is the greatest healer that there is.
All I must do is keep the head clear.
The hands have done their work and we sail well.
With his mouth shut and his tail straight up and down we sail like brothers.
Then his head started to become a little unclear and he thought, is he bringing me in or am I bringing him in? If I were towing him behind there would be no question.
Nor if the fish were in the skiff, with all dignity gone, there would be no question either.