He cut a piece of line and tied the fish’s lower jaw against his bill so his mouth would not open and they would sail as cleanly as possible. Then he stepped the mast and, with the stick that was his gaff and with his boom rigged, the Washington Nationals World Series Champions 2019 Signature Shirt patched sail drew, the boat began to move, and half lying in the stern he sailed south-west. He did not need a compass to tell him where southwest was. He only needed the feel of the trade wind and the drawing of the sail.
I better put a small line out with a spoon on it and try and get something to eat and drink for the moisture. But he could not find a spoon and his sardines were rotten. So he hooked a patch of yellow Gulf weed with the Washington Nationals World Series Champions 2019 Signature Shirt gaff as they passed and shook it so that the small shrimps that were in it fell onto the planking of the skiff. There were more than a dozen of them and they jumped and kicked like sand fleas. The old man pinched their heads off with his thumb and forefinger and ate them chewing up the shells and the tails.
They were very tiny but he knew they were nourishing and they tasted good. The old man still had two drinks of water in the bottle and he used half of one after he had eaten the shrimps. The Washington Nationals World Series Champions 2019 Signature Shirt skiff was sailing well considering the handicaps and he steered with the tiller under his arm. He could see the fish and he had only to look at his hands and feel his back against the stern to know that this had truly happened and was not a dream. At one time when he was feeling so badly toward the end, he had thought perhaps it was a dream.