WOODY PAUL GREY
CHAPTER THREE. FISHING IN THE OCEAN
I don`t know what, actually, changed my new mates mind, maybe my smiling face, opened nature, politeness, correctness. After all, he, in the bottom of his heart, understood, that I`m not an enemy - on the contrary – I want us to become friends. By the way, I`m talking to him all the time hoping, that sooner, or, later, but he will start replying.
So, I jumped into his boat and understood it immediately, that the vessel from inside looked much more solid, than from the outside. The man raised the sail, but there was no wind. The man didn`t hesitate for a minute. He grasped the oar, stood at the head of the boat and made the first paddle. Then I tried to do the same standing by the stern. The result was the same.
-“Let`s do it together, buddy! - suggested I.
-“I`ll count to three. Then we start paddling.
-“ One… two…three. Start! Oh, God! We did it, man!” – cried I being so glad, that wanted to touch his shoulder. But then I changed my mind. Too early. He still needs some time. Now the boat was going so easily. The man turned back to me and there was something reminding a kind of a smile. But then turn back and so, we were going rather fast. In front of us I saw waves. That`s a good sign – thought I.
