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he kneut remedy and he the stern and found the jagged end of the tiller would fit in the slot of the rudder ugh for him to steer.he settled the sack around his shoulders and put the skiff on her course. he sailed lightly no thoughts nor any feelings of any kind.he was past everything noake his home port as well and as intelligently as he could.in the night sharks hit the carcass as soight pick ru the table.the old man paid no attention to them and did not pay any attention to anything except steering.he only noticed how well the skiff sailed no great weight beside her.
she"s good,he thought.she is sound and not harmed in any r the tiller.that is easily replaced .
he could feel he was inside the current nould see the lights of the beach colonies along the shore.he knething to get home.
the ur friend,anyught.then he added,soes.and the great sea ur friends and our enemies.and bed,he thought.bed is my friend.just bed, he thought.bed will be a great thing.it is easy u are beaten,he thought.i never knew easy it u,he thought.
“nothing,”he said aloud.“ i ut too far.”
when he sailed into the little harbor the lights of the terrace ut and he knene was in bed.the breeze had risen steadily and ngly now.it was quiet in the harbor though and he sailed up onto the little patch of shingle belocks.there one to help him so he pulled the boat ould.then he stepped out and made her fast to a rock.
he unstepped the mast and furled the sail and tied it. then he shouldered the mast and started to climb.it was then he knef his tiredness.he stopped for a ent and looked back and san from the street light the great tail of the fish standing up well behind the skiff"s stern.he saw the f his backbone and the dark mass of the head jecting bill and all the nakedness between.
he started to climb again and at the top he fell and lay for soe ss his shoulder.
he tried to get ult and he sat there n his shoulder and looked at the road.a cat passed on the far side going about its business and the old man watched it.then he just ad.
finally he put the ast up and put it on his shoulder and started up the road.he had to sit dore he reached his shack.
inside the shack he leaned the mast against the wall.in the dark he found a ttle and took a drink.then he lay don the bed.he pulled the blanket over his shoulders and then over his back and legs and he slept face don the newspapers ut straight and the palms of his hands up.
he was asleep y looked in the door in the morning.it hard that the drifting-boats would not be going out and the boy had slept late and then coan"s shack as he had coorning.the boy sald man an"s hands and he started to cry.he ut very quietly to go to bring some coffee and all the ad he any fishermen und the skiff looking at what was lashed beside it and one easuring the skeleton f line.
the boy did not go down.he had been there before and one of the fishermen oking after the skiff for him.
“hone of the fishermen shouted.
“sleeping,”the boy called.he did not care that they sa crying.“ let no one disturb him.”
“he nose to tail,”the fisherman easalled.
“i believe it,”the boy said.
he the terrace and asked for a can of coffee.
“hot and f milk and sugar in it.”
“anything more?”
“no.afterwards i will see what he can eat.”
“what a fish it prietor said.“there has never been such a fish.those fine fish you took yesterday too.”
“day fish,”the boy said and he started to cry again.
“do you f any kind?”the proprietor asked.
“no,”the boy said.“tell them not to bother santiago. i"ll be back.”
“tell hi.”
“thanks,”the boy said.
the boy carried the hot can of coffee up to the old man"s shack and sat by him e it looked as thok into heavy sleep and the boy had gone across the road to borrome wood to heat the coffee.
finally the old man woke.
“don"t sit up.”the boy said.“drink this.”he pooffee in a glass.
the old man took it and drank it.
“they beat anolin,”he said.“they truly beat me.”
“he didn"t beat you.not the fish.”
“no.truly.it was afterwards.”
“pedrico is looking after the skiff and the gear.what do you ne with the head?”
“let pedrico chop it up to use in fish traps.”
“and the spear?”
“you keep it if you want it.”
“i y said.“ nour plans about the other things.”
“did they search for me?”
“of cooast guard and with planes.”
“the ocean is very big and a skiff is small and hard to see,”the old man said.he noticed ho have someone to talk to instead of speaking only to himself and to the sea.“i missed you,”he said.“what did you catch?”
“one on the first day. one the second and two the third.”
“very good.”
“nogether again.”
“no.i a not lucky anymore.”
“the hell y said.“i"ll bring the luck e.”
“ily say?”
“i do not care.i caught two yesterday.but gether nor i still have much to learn.”
“ust get a good killing lance and aln board.you can a spring leaf from an old ford.we can grind it in goa.it should be sharp and not tempered so it y knife broke.”
“i"ll get another knife and have the spring ground.hof heavy brisa have aybe three.ore.”
“i will have everything in order,”the boy said.“ you get your hands ld man.”
“i kno care for them. in the night i spat something strange and felt soy chest ken.”
“get that o,”the boy said.“lie dold man, and i lean shirt.and something to eat.”“bring any of the papers of the time that i ne,”the old man said.
“you uch that i can learn and you can teach me everything.hou suffer?”
“plenty,”the old man said.
“i"ll bring the food and the papers,”the boy said.“rest ld the drugstore for your hands.”
“don"t forget to tell pedrico the head is his.”
“no.i ember.”
as the boy ut the door and dorn coral rock road he was crying again.
that afternoon there f toe and looking dong the empty beer cans and dead barracudas a an sang white spine with a huge tail at the end that lifted and swung with the tide while the east wind blew a heavy steady sea oe to the harbor.
“what"s that?”she asked a inted to the long backbone of the great fish that w just garbage go out with the tide.
“tiburon,”the waiter said,“eshark.”he explain what had happened.
“i didn"t knoe,beautifully formed tails.”
“i didn"t either,”her panion said.
up the road, in his shack, the old man was sleeping again.he n his face and the boy ld man ut the lions.