Il Pescatore Verde

"“TRANQUILLO, LA MIA cattura…” Il Pescatore Verde shook one of the fish, women and men, until it stilled. There were six, all hung by their feet, bound in hair and seaweed stalks and that he fed with a spoon, through a spout, in their mouths. Big as a bull, one eye green, the other a patch made from the shell of a great scallop, he was fat and he was nimble, rubbing idly at a barnacle on one cheek with a chapped finger. About his chest there was a net made of many nets, weighted with fear and smooth white stones. His hair hung to his chest, thick and wet. Against the wall was his spear, a great harpoon taller than any man and as thick as a young tree, made from whalebone and certain promises. There were the stumps of broken swords, and the old scabs from forgotten musket balls, that peppered his back and arms. His teeth were made from the teeth of three beasts, two men, and a dog. "

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