American fiction -- 20th century; Sea stories; Short stories, American
That afternoon we sighted our first fish. The skipper was in the
pulpit, with the pole half hitched across the pulpit rail. Bill was
resting his chest across the gunnel of the top dory and with
half-closed eyes studying the sea to wind'ard. Oliver was sitting on
the wheel-box, motionless except when he moved an arm or a hand to roll
a spoke or two up and down. Aloft, we had not seen a sign of fish,
near or far, for an hour or more.
John let out a sharp little cry: "Fish-O!" The skipper stood up and
balanced his long pole. Oliver straightened up at the wheel-box. Bill
came out of his trance, looked to us aloft and shifted his gaze to
leeward. The bright, bald head of the cook shone up the forec's'le
ladder. He cast a peek aloft, said "Fish-h?" inquiringly, and stepped
onto the deck, smoking his pipe.
"Fair abeam to looard!" John called, and Oliver put the wheel up. Soon
they could see the curved three-cornered fin from the deck. A shark's
fin is three-cornered, too, but straight-edged, not curved. And a
swordfish's tail moves almost without motion through the water.
The skipper balanced his pole, but without looking down at it. His
eyes were for the fish only. "Hard up!" called John, and Oliver sent
our bow swinging into line.
"Stea-a-dy!" called John.
The skipper was swaying from the waist. A big-boned, rangy man the
skipper, more than six feet high and wide-shouldered, with a great
reach and a strong-looking back. He hefted his pole--more than a week
since he had ironed a swordfish--and he looked to see that the line
running from his pole to a tub in the waist of the vessel was all
clear. To look after that was the cook's business, and now, meeting
the skipper's look: "All clear!" he sang out, and stowed his pipe in
his stern pocket.
We were within half the vessel's length of our fish when, he dived.
"Port!" called John. "Stea-a-dy! stea-a-dy! Lard, man, stea-a-dy-y!"
They could not see the fish from the deck, but we at the masthead could
follow his course under water.
The fin and tail showed again. We swung around to head him off in his
course. The skipper, to loosen up his waist and back muscles, was
swaying from his hips.
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