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he ld man fished alone in a skiff in the gulf stream and he had gone eighty-four days nout taking a fish.in the first forty days a boy had been .but after forty days ut a fish the boy"s parents had told hian w definitely and finally salao,rst form of ky,and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first y sad to see the old e in each day pty and he al help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that und the mast.the sail ks and,furled,it looked like the flag of permanent defeat.
the old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck.the brotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea n his cheeks.the blotches ran f his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords.bars were fresh.they ld as erosions in a fishless desert.
everything aboept his eyes and they lor as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.
“santiago,”the boy said to hibed the bank from where the skiff uld go u again.ade sooney.”
the old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him.
“no,”the old man said. “you"re at.stay .”
“but reber hou went eighty-seven days ut fish and then nes every day for three ean said,“i knou did not leave me because you doubted.”
“it ade a boy and i .”
“i knold man said.“ it is quite normal.”
“he hasn"t much faith.”
“no,”the old man said.“ but we have.haven"t y said.“can i offer you a beer on the terrace and then e.”
“an said.“ beten.”
they sat on the terrace and en an and he t angry.others,of the older fisher and were sad.but they did not shoke politely abourrent and the depths they had drifted their lines at and the steady good f what they had seen.the successful fishermen of that day were already in and had butchered their laid fross ten staggering at the end of each plank,to the fish hoe truck to carry thearket in havana.those had caught sharks had taken them to the shark factory on the other side of the cove isted on a block and tackle,their livers removed, their fins cut off and their hides skinned out into strips for salting.
when the ell came across the harbor from the shark factory;but today there nly the faint edge of the odor because the the north and then dropped off and it was pleasant and se.
“santiago,”the boy said.
“yes,”the old man said.he lding his glass and thinking of many years ago.
“can i go out to get sardines for you for tomorro.go and play baseball.i can still rogelio w the net.”
“i would like to go.if i cannot fish u,i e e a beer,”the old man said.“you are already a man.”
“hold u first took me in a boat?”
“five and you nearly were killed ught the fish in too green and he nearly tore the boat to pieces.can you reber?”
“i can reber the tail slapping and banging and the thwart breaking and the noise of the clan reber you thro the boiled lines were and feeling the le boat shiver and the noise of you clhopping a tree dood se.”
“can you really reber that or did i just tell it to you?”
“i reber everything from when gether.”
the old with his sonfident loving eyes.
“if you y i"d take you out and gamble,”he said.“but you are your father"s and your mother"s and yoky boat.”
“may i get the sardines?i knour baits too.”
“i have today.i put them in salt in the box.”
“let me get four fresh ones.”
“one,”the old man said.his hope and his confidence had never gone.but now they were freshening as when the breeze rises.
“two,”the boy said.
“tan agreed.“ you didn"t steal them?”
“i would,”the boy said.“ but i bought these.”
“thank you,”the old ple to ility.but he knew he had attained it and he knet disgracefarried no loss of true pride.
“tomorroing to be a good day with this current,”he said.
“where are you going?”the boy asked.
“far oome in when the wind shifts.i be out before it is light.”
“i"ll try to get him to work far out,”the boy said.“ then if you hook soe to your aid.”
“he does not like to work too far out.”
“no,”the boy said.“but i mething that he cannot see such as a bird to come out after dolphin.”
“are his eyes that bad?”
“he is almost blind.”
“it is strange,”the old man said.“he never went turtle-ing.that is what kills the eyes.”
“but you r years off the mosqoast and your eyes are good.
“i aan.”
“but are you strong enough nor a truly big fish?”
“i think so.and there are many tricks.”
“let us take the stuff home,”the boy said.“ so i can get the cast net and go after the sardines.”
they picked up the gear froan carried the mast on his shoarried the wooden box iled,hard-braided brown lines,the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft.the box with the baits was under the stern of the skiff along with the club that subdue the big fish ught alongside.no one the old man but it take the sail and the heavy lines ho and,thoal people hian thought that a gaff and a harpoon ptations to leave in a boat.
they ad together to the old man"s shack and ugh its open door.the old ast with its wrapped sail against the y put the box and the other gear beside it.the mast ng as the one room of the shack.the shack f the tough bud-shields of the royal palm which are called guano and in it there ne chair,and a place on the dirt floor to cook al.on the brof the flattened,overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered guano there lor of the sacred heart of jesus and another of the virgin of cobre.these f his wife. once there had been a tinted photograph of his n the wall but he had taken it doade him too lonely to see it and it n the shelf in the corner lean shirt.
“what do you have to eat?”the boy asked.
“a pot of yello you me?”
“no,i ake the fire?”
“no.i n.or i may eat the rice cold.”
“may i take the cast net?”
“of course.”
there cast net and the boy rebered ld it.btion every day. there pot of yellow rice and fish and the boy kneo.
“eighty-five is a lucky nuan said.“ hould you like to see me bring one in that dressed out over a thousand pounds?”
“i"ll get the cast net and go for sardines.will you sit in the sun in the doorway?”
“yes. i have yesterday"s paper and i will read the baseball.”
the boy did not know whether yesterday"s paper n too.but the old man brought it out from under the bed.
“perico gave it to me at the bodega,”he explained.
“i"ll be back when i have the sardines.i"ll keep yours and mine together on ice and in the morning. e back you can tell me about the baseball.”
“the yankees cannot lose.”
“but i fear the indians of cleveland.”
“have faith in the yankees my son.think of the great dimaggio.”
“i fear both the tigers of detroit and the indians of cleveland.
“be careful or you will fear even the reds of cincinnati and the white sox of chicago.”
“you study it and tell e back.”
“do you think uld buy a terminal of the lottery orrow is the eighty-fifth day.”
“we can do that,”the boy said.“but ut the eighty-seven of yoord?”
“it could not happen t yoan find an eighty-five?”
“i can order one.”
“one sheet.that"s two dollars and a half.?”
“that"s easy. i can alrro dollars and a half.”
“i think perhaps i can too.but i try not to borrou borrou beg.”
“keep ld man,”the boy said.“ reber ber.”
“the an said.“ anyone can be a fisheray.”
“i go nor the sardines,”the boy said.
e back the old man was asleep in the chair and the sun y took the old army blanket off the bed and spread it over the back of the chair and over the old man"s shoulders.they ulders,still pough very old,and the neck ng too and the creases did not sho an was asleep and his head fallen forward.his shirt had been patched so es that it was like the sail and the patches many different shades by the sun.the old man"s head ld though and sed there life in his face.the ness his knees and the f his arm held it there in the evening breeze. he oted.
the boy left him there and e back the old man was still asleep.