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his choice had been to stay in the deep dark ut beyond all snares and traps and treacheries.my choice go there to find him beyond all people.beyond all people in the world.noined together and have been since noon.and no one to help either one of us.
perhaps i should not have been a fisherman,he thought. but that ust surely reber to eat the tuna after it gets light.
soe before daylight something took one of the baits that .he heard the stick break and the line begin to rush out over the gunf the skiff.in the darkness he loosened his sheath knife and taking all the strain of the fish on his left shok and cut the line against the wood of the glosest to hiade the loose ends of the reserve coils fast.he worked skillfully ne hand and poils to hold them as he drets tight.now he had six reserve coils of line.there from each bait he had severed and the t the bait the fish had taken and they nnected.
after it is light,he thok to the forty-fathom bait and cut it ao and link oils. i st ts of good catalan cordel and the hooks and leaders.that can be replaced .bes this fish if i hook some fish and it cuts him off?i don"t know what that fish ok the bait just nould have been a marlin or a broadbill or a shark.i never felt him.i had to get rid of him too fast.
aloud he said“, i y.”
but you haven"t got the boy,he thought.you have only yourself and you had better work back to the last line nor not in the dark,and cut it aok oils.
so he did it.it was difficult in the dark and once the fish made a surge that pulled hiade a cut belood ran down his cheek a little agulated and dried before it reached his chin and he worked his the bow and rested against the wood.he adjk and carefross a nef his shoulders and,holding it anchored arefully felt the pull of the fish and then felt with his hand the progress of the skiff through the water.
i ade that lurch for,he thought.the ust have slipped on the hill of his back.certainly his back cannot feel as badly as mine does.bannot pull this skiff forever,no matter how everything is cleared aight make trouble and i have a big reserve of line;all that a man can ask.
“fish,”he said softly,aloud,“i"ll stay u until i am dead.”
he"ll stay o,i suppose,the old man thought and he r it to be light.it ld nore daylight and he pushed against the wood to be it as long as he can,he thought.and in the first light the line extended out and do the at moved steadily and when the first edge of the sun rose it n the old man"s right shoulder.
“he"s headed north,”the old man said.the current will have set us far to the eastught.i urrent.that would show that he was tiring.
when the sun had risen further the old man realized that the fish t tiring.there nly one favorable sign.the slant of the line shoming at a lesser depth. that did not necessarily mean that he p.but he juan said.“i have enough line to handle hiaybe if i can increase the tension just a little it and he ught.no jump so that he"ll fill the sacks along his backbone with air and then he cannot go deep to die.
he tried to increase the tension,but the line had been taut up to the very edge of the breaking point since he had hooked the fish and he felt the harshness as he leaned back to pull and kneuld put no ust not jerk it ever,he thoh jerk akes and then es juight throw it. anyway i feel better r once i do not have to look into it.
there n the line but the old ade an added drag and he was pleased. it ade so much phosphorescence in the night.
“fish,”he said,“i love yot yoh. but i u dead before this day ends.”
let us hope so,he thought.
a se tom the north.he was a warbler and flying very lover the ld man could see that he was very tired.
the bird made the stern of the boat and rested there. then he fleund the old man"s head and rested on the line re comfortable.
“hold are you?”the old man asked the bird.“ is this your first trip?”
the bird looked at him ke.he o tired even to examine the line and he teetered on it as his delicate feet gripped it fast.
“it"s steady,”the old .“ it"s too steady.you shouldn"t be that tired after a windless night.ing to?”
the haoeet them.but he said nothing of this to the bird could not understand him any would learn about the haon enough.
“take a good rest,small bird,”he said.“ then go in and take yohance like any man or bird or fish.”
it encouraged him to talk becak had stiffened in the night and it hurt truly noy house if you like,bird,”he said.“ i am sorry i cannot hoist the sail and take you in all breeze that is rising.but i am with a friend.”
just then the fish gave a sh that pulled the old man donto the bould have pulled him overboard if he had not braced hie line.
the bird had flown up when the line jerked and the old man had not even seen him go.he felt the line carefully with his right hand and noticed his hand ething hurt him then,”he said alok on the line to see if he could thing the breaking point he held steady and settled back against the strain of the line.
“you"re feeling it now,fish,”he said.“and so,god kno i.”
he looked around for the bird nould have liked hipany.the bird ne.
you did not stay long,the man thought.but it is rougher u are going until you make the shore.hoe ne quick pull he ust be getting very stupid.or perhaps i oking at the small bird and thinking of him.noy ust eat the tuna so that i t have a failure of strength.
“i y e salt,”he said aloud.
shifting the f the line to his left shoarefully he washed his hand in the ocean and held it there, subore than a ent of the water against his hand as the boat moved.
“he has slouch,”he said.
the old man would have liked to keep his hand in the salt nger but he f another sh by the fish and he stood ed himself and held his hand up against the sun.it nly a line but his flesh.but it rking part of his hand.he kneuld need his hands before this ver and he did not like to be cut before it started.
“now,”he said,ust eat the s here in comfort.”
he knelt dound the tuna under the stern keeping it clear of the coiled lines.holding the line ing on his left hand and arm,he took the tuna off the gaff hook and pk in place.he put one knee on the fish and cut strips of dark red meat longitudinally from the back of the head to the tail.they were wedge-shaped strips and he cut the next to the backbone do the edge of the belly.when he had cut six strips he spread them out on the wood of the bon his trousers, and lifted the carcass of the bonito by the tail and dropped it overboard.
“i don"t think i can eat an entire one,”he said and dress one of the strips.he could feel the steady hard pull of the line and his left hand ped.it dren the heavy cord and he looked at it in disgust.
“what kind of a hand is that,”he said.“crae on,he thought and looked do the dark f the line.eat it now and it will strengthen the hand.it is not the hand"s fault and you have been many hoan stay rever.eat the bonito now.
he picked e and put it in his mohet unpleasant.
cheught,and get all the juices.it would not be bad to eat r n or you feel,hand?”he asked the cramped hand that st as stiff as rigor e more for you.”
he ate the other part of the piece that he had chewed it carefully and then spat out the skin.
“hoes it go,hand?or is it too early to know?”
he took another fe and chewed it.
“it is a strong full-blooded fish,”he thought.“i get him instead of dolphin.dolphin is too sweet. this is hardly sweet at all and all the strength is still in it.”
there is no sense in being anything btical though, he thought. i me salt. and i do not know whether the sun t or dry i had better eat it all although i a and steady.i will eat it all and then i will be ready.
“be patient,hand,”he said“, i do this for you.”
i uld feed the fish, he thought. he is ust kill him and keep strong to do it.slonscientiously he ate all of the wedge-shaped strips of fish.
he straightened up,n his trousers.
“nou can let the cord go,hand,and i alone until you stop that nonsense.”he put his left foot on the heavy line that the left hand had held and lay back against the pk.“god help p go,”he said.“ because i do not know ing to do.”
balm,he thought,and following his plan. but what is his plan,he thought.and ine?ust improvise to his because of his great size.if he p i can kill him.but he stays dorever.then i rever.
he rramped hand against his trousers and tried to gentle the fingers.but it aybe it pen ught,maybe it pen ng raw tuna is digested.if i have to have it,i pen it,cost sts.but i do not open it norce.let it open by itself and come back of its ord. after all i abh in the night when it is necessary to free and unite the various lines.
he looked across the sea and knene he uld see the prisms in the deep dark water and the line stretching ahead and the strange alm.the clouds r the trade oked ahead and saf selves against the sky over the water,then blhing again and he kne man ne on the sea.
he thought of hoen feared being out of sight of land in a small boat and knew they nths of sudden bad w they nths and, hanes,the f hane months is the best of all the year.
if there is a hane you alf it in the sky for days ahead,if you are at sea.they do not see it ashore because they do not kno look for,he thought.the land me too,in the shape of the cloane coming now.
he looked at the sky and saulus built like friendly piles of ice cream and high above were the thin feathers of the cirrus against the high september sky.
“light brisa,”he said.“better r me than for you,fish.”
his left hand ped,but he tting it slop,he thohery of one"s ody.it is humiliating before others to have a diarrhoea froaine poisoning or to vo it.brabre,humiliates oneself especially ne is alone.
if the boy uld rub it for the forearm ,he thought.but it osen up.
then,with his right hand he felt the difference in the pull of the line before he saw the slant change in the water. then,as he leaned against the line and slapped his left hand hard and fast against his thigh he saw the line slanting slowly oe on.”
the line rose slowly and steadily and then the se of the ocean bulged ahead of the boat and the fish cae out unendingly and ured from his sides. he was bright in the sun and his head and back were dark purple and in the sun the stripes on his sides showed wide and a light lavender.his sword ng as a baseball bat and tapered like a rapier and he rose his full length from the oothly,like a diver and the old man saw the great scythe-blade of his tail go ommenced to race out.
“he is two feet longer than the skiff,”the old man said. the line ing out fast but steadily and the fish t panicked .the old man th hands to keep the line just inside of breaking strength.he kneuld not slow the fish with a steady pressould take out all the line and break it.
he is a great fish and i ,he thought. i learn his strength nor uld do if he made his run.if i uld put in everything no until something broke.but,thank god,they are not as intelligent as kill theore noble and more able.
the old any great fish. he had seen many that re than a thousand poaught two of that size in his life,but never alone.none, and out of sight of land,he the biggest fish that he had ever seen and bigger than he had ever heard of,and his left hand was still as tight as the gripped claf an eagle.
it ugh, he thought. surely it help my right hand.there are three things that are brothers:the fish and p.it is unped.the fish had sloing at his e.
i an thought. he juost as though to shought.i uld short of .but then he ped hand.let hi an than i am and i .i wish i ught,with everything he has against only my y intelligence.
he settled comfortably against the wood and took his same and the fish s steadily and the boat moved slough the dark all sea rising the east and at noon the old man"s left hand ped.
“bad ner you fish,”he said and shifted the line over the sacks that covered his shoulders.
he mfortable but suffering,although he did not admit the suffering at all.
“i am not religious ,”he said.“but i will say ten our fathers and ten hail marys that i shoatch this fish,and i proake a pilgrimage to the virgin de cobre if i catch hiise.”
he commenced to say his prayers etimes he would be so tired that he could not reber the prayer and then he fast so that they e aally.hail marys are easier to say than our fathers,he thought.
“hail mary fe the lord is ong en and blessed is the fruit of thy b, jesus.holy other of god,pray for us sinners nour of our death. amen.”then he added,“blessed virgin,pray for the death of this fish.wonderful though he is.”
with his prayers said, and feeling uch,and perhaps a little more,he leaned against the echanically,to work the fingers of his left hand.
the sun t nough the breeze was rising gently.
“i had better re-bait that little line out over the stern,”he said.“ if the fish decides to stay another night i eat again and the ttle.i don"t think i can get anything but a dolphin here.but if i eat him fresh enough he won"t be bad.i e on board tonight.but i have no light to attract them.a flying fish is excellent to eat raut hiust save all my strength not kno big.”
“i"ll kill him though,”he said.“in all his greatness and his glory.”
although it is unjust ,he thought.but i and an endures.
“i told the boy i ld man,”he said.“ nove it.”
the thousand times that he had proved it meant nothing. noving it again. each time e and he never thought about the past ing it.
i wish he"d sleep and i could sleep and dream about the lions,he thought.ain thing that is left?don"t think,old self.rest gently nood and think of nothing.he is working.work as little as you can.