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. "I'll do anything."
"Tell me where I can find the Blood Sea Monster,"
demanded the old man.
The Bela Fish looked at me and then at the old man.
"You don't want to know that," it said.
"I do, indeed," insisted Six-Finger. "If you want to live,
you will tell me. And you'll tell me right now."
"If YOU want to live, you'll head right back to shore,"
retorted the fish.
My eyes opened wide at the meaning of the fish's words.
"You mean there is such a beast, then?" I cried.
"There is, yes, oh, without question-yes," said the Bela
Fish. "And I can tell you that we swim away as fast as we
can when we hear that it's near."
"Why?"
The Bela Fish blinked. "You mean you don't know?"
"No."
The fish tried to laugh, but it was quickly losing its
strength. Instead, in a weak voice, it said, "There is a reason
why no one has ever seen the Blood Sea Monster and lived.
It moves through the water like a dark shadow. And the
water in its wake is cold, empty . . . dead."
"I don't understand," I said, confused.
"You'll understand all too well if you continue your foolish
quest," it replied. "I beg of you, don't-"
"Enough!" exploded the old man, cutting off the Bela Fish. He
picked up the fish in his two hands and demanded, "Where is the
beast? It's that, or I'll eat you myself, bad taste and all!"
"I was just trying to save you," it gasped. "But if you want to
know so badly, I'll tell you
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