| Text | - The Old Man and the Sea Serpent. A novel by A. N. Onymous
- Day 88
- ... He scanned the horizon. The turmoil of the waves that had lasted these three days now seemed to settle down, the sea not seething anymore, but instead, merely tossing and turning as the body beneath the waves lashed out less and less violently at the fishing line. "Ah, brother", the old man murmured, "you and me both." Perhaps not even he himself knew what he meant, but he felt a moment of closeness to the wild animal, not only connected by a fishing line, but by a far more insubstantial, and yet, more tangible thread. Blinking at the sun, he felt cold.
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