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... he pitch-black night, the sea was calm and the waves were gentle.
Three medium-sized fishing boats and eight small ones were moored at a small island, all part of the same fishing fleet that had agreed to meet near this island before heading back home.
“How was the catch on your side?”
“Eighty percent.”
An eighty percent storage rate meant the boats were nearly full to the brim.
The remaining twenty percent of space was left for safety reasons, to avoid ov ...
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