slanting
slowly
upward.
“He’s
coming
up,” he
said.
“Come on
hand.
Please
come on.”
The line
rose
slowly and
steadily
and then
the
surface of
the ocean
bulged
ahead of
the boat
and the
fish came
out. He
came out
unendingly
and water
poured
from his
sides. He
was bright
in the sun
and his
head and
back were
dark
purple and
in the sun
the
stripes on
his sides
showed
wide and a
light
lavender.
His sword
was as
long as a
baseball
