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>SIMON COULD HARDLY BELIEVE HIS EARS. NO ONE HAD EVER >SAID ANYTHING LIKE THAT TO HIM IN HIS LIFE. HE TRULY >LOVED GUS AT THAT MOMENT. HE LOVED HIM MORE THAN HE >EVER LOVED ANYONE. "THANKS GUS. MY DAD SAID I WAS >STUPID TO RISK MY LIFE CHASING A FISH. HE DOESN'T >UNDERSTAND THINGS LIKE YOU AND I DO." SIMON FELT GOOD >GETTING THAT OFF HIS CHEST. >"I DIDN'T SAY YOU WERE SMART SIMON. I SAID YOU HAD THE >STUFF THAT MAKES GREAT SPEARFISHERMEN. SUPPOSE BILLY >HADN'T PULLED YOU OUT? WE WOULDN'T BE HAVIN' THIS TALK >NOW, WOULD WE?" GUS GOT HIM AGAIN. JUST WHEN HE'S >SURE HE'S GOT IT, GUS CHANGES THE WHOLE CONVERSATION >AND TURNS IT INTO ANOTHER LESSON. YOU COULDN'T ARGUE >WITH GUS. GUS ALWAYS WON. SIMON SMILED. HE KNEW WHAT >GUS WAS GOING TO SAY NEXT. >"USE YOUR HEAD, TRUST YOUR HEART, AND ALWAYS REMEMBER >WHAT I TELL YA." GUS HAD BEEN TELLING HIM THAT FOR >YEARS. "NOT TOO MANY DIVERS HAVE BEEN TO THREE >ATMOSPHERES YA KNOW", GUS SAID. >"THREE ATMOSPHERES?, SIMON QUESTIONED. >"YEAH. BELOW NINETY FEET. THE FIRST ATMOSPHERE IS AT >30 FEET, THE SECOND IS AT 60 AND THE THIRD STARTS AT 90 >FEET. EVERY THIRTY FEET IS AN ATMOSPHERE. IT HAS TO DO >WITH THE PRESSURE. YOU GET DEEP ENOUGH, IT GETS HARDER >TO SWIM. THERE'S MORE PRESSURE ON YOU. THE WATER >WEIGHS MORE. DIDN'T YOU NOTICE HOW HARD IT WAS TO MOVE >WHEN YOU WERE DOWN THAT DEEP? >"YEAH. I THINK SO," SIMON LIED. >"IT TAKES TWICE AS MUCH EFFORT AND TIME TO MOVE HALF >AS FAR. EVERYTHING SLOWS DOWN AT THREE ATMOSPHERES. >YOU MIND YOURSELF AT THAT DEPTH. THERE'S NO >FORGIVENESS FOR MISTAKES WHEN YOU'RE THAT DEEP. YOUR >FIRST MISTAKE IS YOUR LAST. "OKAY GUS", SIMON AGREED. >"I'LL BE CAREFUL." >"AND?", QUESTIONED GUS. >"AND I'LL GET THE FISH NEXT TIME", SIMON SWORE. >"ATTA BOY...NOW YOU BETTER BE OFF. TELL YOUR MOM AND >DAD I SAID HELLO." GUS PUFFED THE CIGAR, HIS FACE >DISAPPEARING BEHIND THE SMOKY CLOUD. SIMON WAS >ALREADY HALFWAY OUT THE >DOOR WHEN HE YELLED BACK, "OKAY GUS. G'NIGHT!" >GUS SWIVELED AROUND. IN HIS LARGE WING BACK CHAIR, >LOOKING UP AT THE 70 INCH FISH MOUNT ON THE WALL. IT >WAS AN AVERAGE WHITE SEABASS IN HIS DAY. NOW IT WAS AN >EXCEPTIONAL SPECIMEN OF A BYGONE ERA. CLOUDS OF SMOKE >BILLOWED ABOVE THE CHAIR AS THE OLD MAN BECAME LOST IN >THE MEMORIES OF HIS YOUTH. > >continued on next page...

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