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"I dunno..." Ferrin shaded his eyes from the glare of the noonday sun. The clipper hung at the edge of the horizon, seemingly unaware of their presence, "Is he big enough to be worth the plunder? I've thrown back bigger guppies.
"Does it matter? It's not the size that counts," The Captain answered cooly, "It's what you do with it..."
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