这是1992年3月初的一天,我们的“富达”轮停在卡拉奇港外锚(máo)地。早晨4点,我站在船上,看到后甲板上堆着一堆尼龙绳和大铁钩子。突然间,我想用它钓(diào)一只大鱼。仅过一刻钟左右,我看尼龙绳绷(bēng)得紧紧的,赶紧用手去拉。好家伙,哪里拉得动,肯定是个大家伙。我看硬拉不行,只好等它不拉了,再一点点收绳——它用力了,我就松绳,它松 This is the day in early March 1992 and our “Fidelity” rotation stops outside the port of Karachi. At 4 o'clock in the morning, I stood on the boat and saw a pile of nylon ropes and iron hooks on the back deck. Suddenly, I want to use it to fish a big fish. Only a quarter of an hour or so, I see nylon rope stretched (bēng) tight, and quickly pulled by hand. Good guy, where pull move, it must be a big guy. I do not think I can not pull it, but wait for it not pull, and then close the rope a little - it forced, I loose rope, it loose