Mick opened the pot and dumped the halibut back in the water. It spiraled into the darkness, its pale white belly flashing as it sank. “What’d you do that for?” I said. “It’s a magical thing,” Mick said. “You aren’t supposed to touch them if you don’t know how to handle them.” “It’s just a halibut.” “Do you know how it got in the pot?” I shook my head. “Then leave it alone. We got enough crabs anyway. Let’s get going.”
