The boys founded the keel of a fishing boat. It was rust red and seemed to be made of the same stuff as the venerable mummies. They unburied the keel to sell it to the town’s Naval Museum, managed by an old retired fisherman. He mumbled something that was inaudible and in bad mood he told the boys to leave the keel at the backyard and leave him soon. He paid the guys so they left the place. At night he got the thing to the harbor’s breakwater and threw it to the waves. He was tired at this keel of the ship he lost being a rookie fisherman’s captain to appear again and again.
Translation: HR
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