The day had begun like so many others. I was out of bed at five a.m. and out on the Bay to fish with my uncle Angus. Angus had seemed a little jumpy that morning but I didn’t let on. In fact, Angus had yelled more than once when the boat banged against the dock. “Sammy – grab the blasted rope, the rope, for cryin’ out loud!” The tide was high. I knew that was the reason Angus was having trouble with the boat. I just shrugged and did what he told me.
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Angus had brought another guy along that day. Davis was his name. Angus smirked whenever Davis asked him a question. He never seemed to give him a straight answer. “You never stop asking questions, do ya’ Davis,” Angus had said with an irritated tone to his voice.
I decided to keep quiet. I thought Angus would come around. I’d never seen him act this way before though.
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Angus leaves the harbour with Sammy.
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It was almost noon when we made it back to the dock with a heap of fish. “Good catch today, Sammy,” Angus had said to me. Davis was still asking questions when Angus turned and walked up the stairs to the dock. “Sure nice spendin’ time with ya’, Sammy,” Davis had said to me with a twinkle in his eye. “Yeah, it was a good morning out on the bay,” I had responded looking out past the acres of mud to the low tide beyond it.
