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The boy and I will splice them when we are home. “Come on, fish,” he said. But the Misfits Las Vegas Golden Knights Shirt fish did not come. Instead, he lay there wallowing now in the seas and the old man pulled the skiff upon to him. When he was even with him and had the fish’s head against the bow he could not believe his size. But he untied the harpoon rope from the bitt, passed it through the fish’s gills and out his jaws, made a turn around his sword then passed the rope through the other gill, made another turn around the bill and knotted the double rope and made it fast to the bitt in the bow. He cut the rope then and went astern to noose the tail.
The fish had turned silver from his original purple and silver, and the stripes showed the Misfits Las Vegas Golden Knights Shirt same pale violet color as his tail. They were wider than a man’s hand with his fingers spread and the fish’s eye looked as detached as the mirrors in a periscope or as a saint in a procession.  “It was the only way to kill him,” the old man said. He was feeling better since the water and he knew he would not go away and his head was clear. He’s over fifteen hundred pounds the way he is, he thought. Maybe much more. If he dresses out two-thirds of that at thirty cents a pound? “I need a pencil for that.