He did not remember when he had first started to talk aloud when he was
by himself. He had sung when he was by himself in the old days and he
had sung at night sometimes when he was alone steering on his watch in
the smacks or in the turtle boats. He had probably started to talk
aloud, when alone, when the boy had left. But he did not remember. When
he and the boy fished together they usually spoke only when it was
necessary. They talked at night or when they were stormbound by bad
weather. It was considered a virtue not to talk unnecessarily at sea and
the old man had always considered it so and respected it. But now he
said his thoughts aloud many times since there was no one that they
could annoy.
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