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     Sea Monster. It was the other way around.
    “Cut the line!” I screamed. “Let it go!”
    The old man seemed undecided. His desire for revenge fought with his desire for life.
    The sea began to rage and the little boat was buffeted from wave to wave. And still the
     old man would not make up his mind. Was it his father he was thinking of? His brother? His
     sons? Or his poor, unfortunate wife? I didn't know what rooted him in place; I only knew
     that if he waited any longer, we would surely join his descendants in the darkness of
     death.
    The roaring that I heard from underneath the sea grew even louder, and steam began to rise
     in a cloud, covering us like a shroud.
    The cry of the beast and the enveloping whiteness seemed to finally shake the old man from
     his moorings. He reached for his knife, intending to cut the line. Except his hands were
     trembling and he fumbled with the knife, dropping it to the bottom of the boat.
    At that moment the sea in front of the boat erupted in a mighty spray. Something hideous
     thrashed up out of the deep. I couldn't see very much of it because millions of gallons of
     blood-red water were running down off its massive body. Huge flapping wings made the wind
     blow so hard I could barely expel my own breath against its awesome force. I could see
     nothing else except Six- Finger Fiske's huge, shiny metal hook caught between two massive
     teeth in the beast's otherwise dark, obscured face.
    Without his knife, the old man couldn't cut the line. His only hope was to pull the hook
     free of the monster, and so he wrenched on the line as hard as he could.
    The beast's scream of fury made me throw my arms around my face and cower at the bottom of
     the boat. I heard something clatter down beside me, but I was too afraid to look.
    And I'm glad I didn't, because above the thundering sounds of beast and sea, I heard
     something that I knew I didn't want to see. It was the old man, going mad, calling out to
     the beast as if he knew him! Six-Finger Fiske actually laughed-a bitter laugh. “Only a
     fool would seek you out before his time-and I am that fool!” he shouted. And then, calmly,
     as if in answer to a question that only he could hear, he said, “Yes, I should have known.
     It isn't I who sought you, but you who sought me.” And then he suddenly called
    out, “The light!” It was still dark. I didn't know what he meant. But the fact is, I
    didn't care. I only cared about myself. And in that moment I thought I was going to die.
    “It's not your time,” a raspy voice rumbled deep in my head, as if in response to my fear.
     It was a voice that had the weight of countless years upon it.
    In the next moment, I heard a huge splash, and a gigantic wave rose up out of the sea and
     picked up the fishing boat. I clung to the boards at the bottom of the boat, fearing that
     the wave would crash on top of me and throw me out into the sea. But the boat hung on the
     crest of that wave, and it rushed headlong for miles and miles, until the wave finally
     spent itself.
    When the boat lolled to a stop, I found the courage to open my eyes.
    The old man was gone. Disappeared.
    In my fear and confusion, I scanned the waters all around the boat hoping to find some
     sign of Six-Finger Fiske. But there was none. It was still dark and I was utterly,
     thoroughly alone.
    “It's not my time,” I whispered, the great monster's words reverberating in my head.
    As I was sitting in the bottom of the boat, my fingers brushed against something sharp. I
     flinched. The cut went deep into my thumb. I quickly brought my hand up to my mouth to
     suck away the blood and sooth the wound.
    When I looked down to see what had cut me, I was astonished to find a giant, cracked tooth
     lying near my feet.
    At first, I was afraid to go near it. Using an oar, I pushed it to the far side of the
     little boat. The very thought of the gaping jaws that had held that tooth made me