So they got as much stout canvas as would make a double covering for their little skiff; and, in order to make it watertight, they first soaked it in tallow, and then covered it with pitch.
Now the man watched the dip of the three sticks over the side of the skiff and rowed gently to keep the lines straight up and down and at their proper depths.
Many fishermen were around the skiff looking at what was lashed beside it and one was in the water, his trousers rolled up, measuring the skeleton with a length of line.
I stared at my companions. They were armed in the same fashion, and Ned Land was also brandishing an enormous harpoon he had stowed in the skiff before leaving the Nautilus.
For now, Tony and Luciano go out in their little skiff, as they have for so many years, to collect dozens more of these colorful fish… And if it ends for them?