He was a tall man, enormous, with
very broad shoulders and a big stomach. He told us to make ourselves at home
and that they were frying up some fish they`d caught that very morning. I told
him how pretty I thought his house was. He said that he spent Saturdays and
Sundays and every day off out here.
“My wife gets on very well with
people and has lots of friends;’ he added.
Just then, it was perhaps the first
time I realized I was going to get
strung out again and I thought how strange my life had changed from being a
student to a market worker on the fish dock. It was when these sudden surges of
energy ran through me at the closeness of the water that I thought I could live
like a pirate like our ancient people. I would hold fast whilst the wind would
lash me robbing all the way up and down the Malay peninsula. Shabela could have
been a captain like Loh Seh’s the great Chinese pirate who ran a hundred ships
with her captains as her lovers. But he was Malay and had forgotten his history.
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