But by midnight he fought and this time he knew the fight was useless.
They came in a pack and he could only see the lines in the water that
their fins made and their phosphorescence as they threw themselves on
the fish. He clubbed at heads and heard the jaws chop and the shaking of
the skiff as they took hold below. He clubbed desperately at what he
could only feel and hear and he felt something seize the club and it was gone
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