Old Man and the Sea
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The man looked yonder and watched in amazement as the great scythe-blade of his shimmering tail went under the water and the line commenced to race out, protruding from his hands as if a massive beast held the other end.
"In length, he is about two or so feet greater than this here skiff," the elderly man said with a severe sternness. The long, gaunt line dashed across the clear, blue water with ease, as it was held just barely inside of its breaking strength. Knowing that he could not slow down that fish by any means with a steady, sturdy pressure due to the massive fish being able to swim swiftly away, taking all of the man's line and breaking it effortlessly.
He, the great and immense fish that he is, must be thoroughly convinced by myself before I take any action. He mustn't learn the true strength inside that little body, as his intelligence would only bring trouble to me, as he could easily make a run for it. If I were in his obscure position, I would go for it all, putting in every ounce I had left in me and make a mad dash for gaining back my freedom, hoping and praying the scrawny line broke. But, I thank God for making the fish of the world not as intelligent as we, all of mankind, are. Although they are nobler and able to live freely and go where they choose, we can still gain control in times of need.
The feeble, aging man had witnessed multiple gigantic and noble fish in his lengthy lifetime, even some weighing above the thousand pound mark, in which he had caught two in his career beforehand, yet never had he caught an animal of that magnitude by his own self...