He did not need a compass to tell him where southwest was. He only
needed the feel of the trade wind and the drawing of the sail. I better
put a small line out with a spoon on it and try and get something to eat
and drink for the moisture. But he could not find a spoon and his
sardines were rotten. So he hooked a patch of yellow Gulf weed with the
gaff as they passed and shook it so that the small shrimps that were in
it fell onto the planking of the skiff
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