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out, I had become a dark elf, a renegade. But where was I running
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The boat, as well as the night, drifted along with my thoughts.
I had no idea of the time. I liked that about the sea. The
timelessness. The old man was intent upon his fishing and I was
intent upon my dreaming- until there was a splash in the water!
"I've got something!" Six-Finger exclaimed.
His line went taut. The bow of the boat tipped down as the
creature at the other end dove deep with the hook in its mouth.
He didn't really think he had caught the Blood Sea Monster,
did he?
Expertly, the old fisherman gave the diving fish some slack and
let him run. Then, as the fish let up, the old man tugged back,
reeling him in. When the fish tried to pull away, the old man
patiently repeated the process. Yet I could tell that Six-Finger was
straining. Whatever was at the end of the line was something
powerful, something that wouldn't give up without a terrible fight.
But Six-Finger stayed with the creature until it finally broke
the surface again, splashing just off the stem of the boat.
"It's big!" I cried despite myself, seeing the shadow that it cast
in the moonlight.
The old man simply scowled. He knew what he had-and it
wasn't what he wanted. Still, he reeled the fish in. I helped get it
out of the water by using the old man's net.
When I dumped it on the bottom of the little boat, I could see
what the old man had caught: a rare-and very feisty-Bela Fish
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