It had been a long night. Fishing was usually better after dark, but all we came back with was nets clogged with seaweed. I should have been cleaning them, for the sun was up.
But my eyelids were not. How long they were shut I don’t know, but my dozing was broken by songs and shouts. I saw a man walking down...
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