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he did not need a co uthnly needed the feel of the trade wind and the draf the sail.i better put a small line out on on it and try and get something to eat and drink for the moistould not find a spoon and his sardines tten.so he hooked a patch of yellow gulf weed with the gaff as they passed and shook it so that the sps that nto the planking of the skiff.there re than a dozen of them and they jked like sand fleas.the old man pinched their heads off b and forefinger and ate them chewing up the shells and the tails. they were very tiny but he kneurishing and they tasted good.
the old man still had two drinks of ttle and he used half of one after he had eaten the shrimps.the skiff nsidering the handicaps and he steered .he could see the fish and he had only to look at his hands and feel his back against the stern to know that this had truly happened and t a dreae when he badly toward the end,he had thought perhaps it .then e out of the tionless in the sky before he fell,he e great strangeness and he could not believe it. then he could not see ugh now he saw as well as ever.
now he knew there was the fish and his hands and back dream.the hands ckly,he tholean and the salt .the dark f the true gulf is the greatest healer that there is.all i must do is keep the head clear.the hands have done their work and we sail uth shut and his tail straight up and dothers.then his head started to become a little unclear and he thought,is he bringing i bringing him in?if i behind there would be no question.nor if the fish were in the skiff,ne,there would be no question either.but they gether lashed side by side and the old bring me in if it pleases hi only better than hieant .
they sailed ld man soaked his hands in the salt keep his head clear.there loirrus above thean kneuld last all night.the old man looked at the fish constantly to make sure it was true.it ur before the first shark hit him.
the shark t an accident .he had co deep down in the water as the dark cloud of blood had settled and dispersed in the mile deep sea.he had come up so fast and absolaution that he broke the se of the blue water and was in the sk into the sea and picked ent and started sn the course the skiff and the fish had taken.
soes he lost the scent.bk it up again,or have je of it and he sn the course.he shark built to s as fast as the fastest fish in the sea and everything about him was beaept his jaws.
his back rd fish"s and his belly was silver and his hide oth and handsome.he rd fish except for his huge ja fast,je rsal fin knifing through the ut wavering.inside the closed double lip of his jaf his eight rof teeth were slanted int the ordinary pyraost sharks.they an"s fingers when they are crisped like claws.they ng as the fingers of the old man and they had razor-sharp cutting edges on both sides.this feed on all the fishes in the sea,that fast and strong and ed that they had no other enemy.noelled the fresher scent and his blut the water.
an saming he knew that this was a shark that had no fear at all and wotly what he wished.he prepared the harpoon and made the rope fast e on.the rope rt as it lacked what he had cut a lash the fish.
the old man"s head od nof resolution but he had little hope.it o good to last, he thought. he took one look at the great fish as he ight as ,he thoannot keep hi hitting .dentuso,he thok to your mother.
the shark closed fast astern and an sauth open and his strange eyes and the clicking chop of the teeth as he drove foreat just above the tail.the shark"s head ut of ing oould hear the noise of skin and flesh ripping on the big fish med the harpoon donto the shark"s head at a spot where the line between his eyes intersected with the line that ran straight back from his nose.there such lines.there nly the heavy sharp blue head and the big eyes and the clicking, thrusting all-swing jaws.bation of the brain and the old man hit it.he hit it od mushed hands driving a good harpoon with all his strength.he hit it ut hope boalignancy .
the shark sver and the old man sat alive and then he sver once again,self in tan knew that he was dead but the shark wocept it.then,on his back,with his tail lashing and his jaws clicking,the shark plover the at does.the water was white where his tail beat it and three-quarters of his body ve the pe came taut ,shivered, and then snapped.the shark lay quietly for a little n the se and the old man . then he wly.
“he took about forty pounds,”the old man said aloud. he took my harpoon too and all the rope,he thought,and noy fish bleeds again and there thers.
he did not like to look at the fish anymore since he had been mutilated.when the fish had been hit it ugh he himself were hit.
but i killed the shark that hit my fish,he thought.and he was the biggest dentuso that i have ever seen.and god knows that i have seen big ones.
it o good to last,he thought.i now and that i had never hooked the fish and ne in bed on the nean is not made for defeat,”he said.“a man can be destroyed but not defeated.”i am sorry that i killed the fish though,he thought.noming and i do not even have the harpoon.the dentruel and able and strong and intelligent.but i re intelligent than he t,he thought.perhaps i nly better armed.
“don"t think,old man,”he said aloourse and take it mes.”
but i must think,he thoause it is all i have left. that and baseball.i wonder ho would have liked the in the brain?it great thing, he thoould do it.but do you think my hands were as great a handicap as the bone spannot know. i never had anything ng y heel except the time the sting ray stung it n hiing and paralyzed the loade the unbearable pain.
“think aboheerful,old inloser to home.you sail lighter for the loss of forty pounds.”
he knew quite f uld happen when he reached the inner part of the current.but there thing to be done now.
“yes there is,”he said aloan lash my knife to the butt of one of the oars.”
so he did that and the sheet of the sail under his foot.
“no still an old not unarmed.”
the breeze n nly the forf the fish and some of his hope returned.
it is silly not to hope,he thought.besides i believe it is a sin .do not think about sin,he thought.there are enough problems nout sin.also i have no understanding of it.
i have no understanding of it and i am not sure that i believe in it.perhaps it kill the fish.i suppose it ugh i did it to keep any people. but then everything is a sin. do not think aboh too late for that and there are people are paid to do it.let them think about it.you rn to be a fisherman as the fish rn to be a fish.san pedro an as f the great dimaggio.
but he liked to think about all things that he lved in and since there thing to read and he did not have a radio,he thoh and he kept on thinking about sin.you did not kill the fish only to keep alive and to sell for food,he thought.you killed him for pride and because you are a fisher after.if you love him,it is not a sin to kill hiore?
“yoh,old man,”he said aloud.
but you enjoyed killing the dentuso,he thought.he lives on the live fish as yoavenger nor just a e sharks are.he is beautiful and noble and kno fear of anything.
“i killed him in self-defense,”the old man said aloud.“and i killed him well.”
besides,he thought,everything kills everything else in some e exactly as it keeps me alive.the boy keeps yself too much.
he leaned over the side and pe of the meat of the fish .he cheted its quality and its good taste.it and juicy ,like meat,but it t red.there springiness in it and he kneuld bring the highest price in the market.but there keep its scent out of the ld ing.
the breeze was steady.it had backed a little further into the northeast and he kneeant that it an looked ahead of him bould see no sails nor could he see the hull nor the smoke of any ship. there nly the flying fish that m his bo either side and the yellof gulf-uld not even see a bird.
he had ailed for two hours, resting in the stern and soes chef the the marlin,trying to rest and to be strong,when he saf the two sharks.
“ay,”he said aloud. there is no translation for this word and perhaps it is jh as a ight make, involuntarily,feeling the nail go through his hands and into the wood.
“galanos.”he said aloud.he had seen the second fin noming up behind the first and had identified them as shovel-nosed sharks by the broents of the tail.they had the scent and were excited and in the stupidity of their great hunger they sing and finding the scent in their excitement.but they sing all the time.
the old ade the sheet fast and jammed the tiller. then he took up the oar with the knife lashed to it.he lifted it as lightly as he coause his hands rebelled at the pain. then he opened and closed them on it lightly to loosen the firmly so they would take the pain noh and e.he could see their vel-pointed heads now and their white-tipped ral fins.they elling,scavengers as well as killers,and when they uld bite at an oar or the rudder of a boat.it was these sharks that wout the turtles"legs and flippers off when the te, and they an in the water,if they an had no smell of fish blood nor of fish sli.
“ay,”the old e on galanos.”
they cae as the e.one turned and ut of sight under the skiff and the old man could feel the skiff shake as he jerked and pulled on the fish.the other ld man with his slitted yelloe in fast with his half circle of ja hit the fish where he had already been bitten.the line shon the top of his brown head and back ined the spinal cord and the old man drove the knife on the oar into the juncture,ve it in again into the shark"s yellow cat-like eyes.the shark let go of the fish and slid dowing what he had taken as he died.
the skiff was still shaking n the other shark ing to the fish and the old man let go the sheet so that the skiff would sadside and bring the shark out from under.when he saw the shark he leaned over the side and punched at hieat and the hide was set hard and he barely got the knife in.the blot only his hands but his shoulder too.bame up fast and his head out and the old sqenter of his flat-topped head as his nose came out of water and lay against the fish.the old man withdrew the blade and punched the shark exactly in the same spot again.he still hung to the fish oked and the old in his left eye.the shark still hung there.
“no?”the old man said and he drove the blade between the vertebrae and the brain.it t now and he felt the cartilage sever.the old man reversed the oar and put the blade bet.he twisted the blade and as the shark slid loose he said,“go on,galano. slide do see your friend,or other.”
the old man f his knife and laid doar.then he found the sheet and the sail filled and he brought the skiff onto her course.
“they must have taken a quarter of hieat,”he said aloud.“i and that i had never hooked hi sorry about it,fish.it makes everything ng.”he stopped and he did not look at the fish nof blood and aoked the color of the silver backing of a mirror and his stripes still showed.
“i shouldn"t have gone out so far,fish,”he said.“ neither for you nor for sorry,fish.”
no himself. look to the lashing on the knife and see if it has been cut.then get yoause there still is e.
“i ne for the knife,”the old man said after he had checked the lashing on the oar butt.“i should have brought a stone.”you should have brought many things,he thought.but you did not bring thean. no time to think of u do not have.think of u can do with what there is.
“yoh good counsel ,”he said aloud.“ i"m tired of it.”
he held the tiller under his arm and soaked both his hands in the water as the skiff drove forward.
“god knone took,”he said.“bh lighter not think of the mutilated under-side of the fish.he knef the jerking bumps of the shark had been meat torn away and that the fish nor all sharks as wide as a highugh the sea.
he keep a man all ught.don"t think of that.just rest and try to get your hands in shape to defend f hiell froy hands means nothing now with all that scent in the water.besides they do not bleed much.there is nothing cut that means anything.the bleeding cramping.
what can i think of nought.nothing.i must think of nothing and r the next ones.i ,he thought.but knoight have turned out well.
the next shark that cae like a pig to the trough if a pig had a moould put your head in it.the old hit the fish and then drove the knife on the oar do his brain. but the shark jerked backlled and the knife blade snapped.
the old self to steer.he did not even watch the big shark sinking sloall,then tiny.that alan.but he did not even w.
“i have the gaff now,”he said.“ but it no good.i have the two oars and the tiller and the short club.”
noe,he thought.i am too old to club sharks to death.but i ng as i have the oars and the short club and the tiller.