The angler was pushed into the corner of the cockpit, and from the bridge, all I could see was blood all over his face. As the crew tried to get the marlin out through the tuna door, I ran off the bridge and attended to the angler. It looked like he had blood running out of his eye and mouth. After a closer examination, the blood was coming from a cut on his nose that was squirting into his eye, and then down his face and into his mouth. Wow, he was lucky, I thought, and then I looked down and saw his hand. It was sliced wide open. He could still move his fingers, but it was bleeding pretty good from a deep gash. All we could do was close up the wound and lay him down in the salon with his hand over his body. We had more than 100 miles to run home. When we got back, the dockmaster took him to a medical center at the marina. They stitched up his hand, and he said he was ready to go back out fishing.