I was a big fish. Being a big fish does not necessarily mean being a big fish; I, as well as great, in my full maturity, to seven years, as well as weigh 65 kilograms, It was a great fish. It was nothing I have baptized ... who ... who King Fish Emperor Fish. And I felt like a king.
In my wanderings, looking for increasingly warm currents, as my ancestors had taught me, They started from the Tunisian waters, then up the Sicilian Channel, then I always wandered farther up, in search of food, in the wake of large herds of molluscs, anchovy, the connection that, frightened by my introduce myself quickly from the deepest, plant, increasingly dense, how to simulate the shape of a fish bigger than me.
I threw him darting havoc in the middle and, literally swallowing all I could, I blessed me with their naive eight optical, as though I, alone, recognizing a huge fish in that whirling shape that seemed crazed shadow in the surface light, I… in short, I had feared… desisted.
My body crushed, my thin skin powerful, my only when hitting and flee to the deepest blue. Damn how you had to work to counter the hanging pressure 400 meters below sea level!
I was not used to compress my little swim bladder, I pressed for the right to compensate those – from above – They were called 40 atmosphere… but who had never heard of atmospheres? I did everything by experience and ability that God had given me the sea.
I was beautiful: silver shining the body, the pens and the friezes on the side were red lobster, mouth capable by retractable lip, developed body to run or… sleep dozed off a few meters from the surface. Oh yeah, I confess, the sun of the surface current hot, species in the afternoon hours, They invited me to sleep and, assopito, almost flat, let me gently with the flow. Who had seen me, from those dark silhouettes traveling at sea, He had exchanged his mouth to that of a siren, of a goddess ... my dark eye and deep had seen many men, many lines, many years ... too many pitfalls!
Sometimes, caught by a sudden temptation, would catch one of those tidbits that seemed to hang in midwater ... tailors fat anchovies ... teachers ... but then the danger was discovered and with a stench lightning fled the meal ... because I love the view and the endless line that is loosely indulged in running.
My white meat ever!... do not you ever!-… I told myself safely.
Starting a patient waiting, Slowly mourn we bound by line. That was down from pulling down, five or 600 meters ... ... I held Compensavo.
When down here, the muddy slime prevented me from seeing clearly, consider an exit strategy.
I feel pulled to gallo force, at a rate that kept me compensation ...
-we-think-is the end.
My small bladder now was spreading force, too much internal pressure rising too much speed ... I felt like a float on ... on ... now at the mercy of the line that inexorable tugged me up.
It was thankfully ... so to speak ... that 100 meters from the surface tore the node which bound the hook stop… I feel I loose… free, but inevitably, by now, with the belly too swollen climbed… devoid of forces, lacking in initiative.
I found myself floating.
Far away from the boat that had threatened me… I floated and tried to regain his strength.
The current drag myself all night until the morning bright and sunny… to the mouth of an amount of which I remember the rocks, the foaming of the waves.
Levi by, but not my will, I avoid the current that carried me. The blue sky, The strange sound absolutely new environment for me.
Then someone saw me.
He hastened to pass a local law to me, or at least I imagine this ...
Exhausted I waved awkwardly a little 'caudal fins, the reflection.
There were fish that looked like me or they thought they look like me: The sunfish that in his stupid roundness, He wallowed slow and phlegmatic in the summer sun, or the Rondanino, but he never would have reached my size, He never would have got my liveried, but my meat ... Careful: They said, careful not to stay afloat ... I imposed it as a fundamental rule of life, in conclusion, to maintain this life: Never sleep afloat!
As a result of some kind of instinct, I found myself in a warm current that lapped a bit, a north, but this far north, where none of my kind had never arrived. the head of Portofino is the dark Java heaven and its steep sheer cliffs, They seemed to give me a peace of mind sation drunk.
I wandered around a bit ', then tried again the road south.
I do not know what strange combination, where the seabed created a steep ridge or steep, in a wide curve endless plowed from bottom trawling, maybe it is taken from a moment of confusion, I abboccai to a love of longline. It looked good and inviting the Sardinian coming down, releasing a trail of glittering flakes… it seemed alive. I launched myself and I suddenly realized that I had alarmed.
I took by force, I swam over and over that roteavo more I love yes jabbed in the lips. Of the sun on my body was to be a kind of mirror ... I would have attracted too much tension ... and anyway I was a King… poorly, stupidly ended.
To kill the king who was already dead. A REM used as a stick, then add the angler is thrown into the sea I almost advent embracing races and trying to drag me toward the wand ...
He read it for good and started arriving earlier. I loaded up a cart with difficulty.
They had put on his cloth and wet him, not to be seen by all… perhaps because they believed it was an odd cross… a formidable fish weird and never seen.
Like a King my journey ends on a cart.
Covered by a little '. My meat despite the hesitancy were sold, cooked and color, said they were the best of all other fish.
It was the end.