第10章 The Old Mans Return

    he knew he was beaten now finally and without remedy and he went back to the stern and found the jagged end of the tiller would fit in the slot of the rudder well enough for him to steerhe settled the sack around his shoulders and put the skiff on her course he sailed lightly now and he had no thoughts nor any feelings of any kindhe was past everything now and he sailed the skiff to make his home port as well and as intelligently as he couldin the night sharks hit the carcass as someone might pick up crumbs from the tablethe old man paid no attention to them and did not pay any attention to anything except steeringhe only noticed how lightly and how well the skiff sailed now there was no great weight beside her

    she"s good,he thoughtshe is sound and not harmed in any way except for the tillerthat is easily replaced

    he could feel he was inside the current now and he could see the lights of the beach colonies along the shorehe knew where he was now and it was nothing to get home

    the wind is our friend,anyway,he thoughtthen he added,sometimesand the great sea with our friends and our enemiesand bed,he thoughtbed is my friendjust bed, he thoughtbed will be a great thingit is easy when you are beaten,he thoughti never knew how easy it wasand what beat you,he thought

    “nothing,”he said aloud“ i went out too far”

    when he sailed into the little harbor the lights of the terrace were out and he knew everyone was in bedthe breeze had risen steadily and was blowing strongly nowit was quiet in the harbor though and he sailed up onto the little patch of shingle below the rocksthere was no one to help him so he pulled the boat up as far as he couldthen 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 climbit was then he knew the depth of his tirednesshe stopped for a moment and looked back and saw in the reflection from the street light the great tail of the fish standing up well behind the skiff"s sternhe saw the white naked line of his backbone and the dark mass of the head with the projecting bill and all the nakedness between

    he started to climb again and at the top he fell and lay for some time with the mast across his shoulder

    he tried to get upbut it was too difficult and he sat there with the mast on his shoulder and looked at the roada cat passed on the far side going about its business and the old man watched itthen he just watched the road

    finally he put the mast down and stood uphe picked the mast up and put it on his shoulder and started up the roadhe had to sit down five times before he reached his shack

    inside the shack he leaned the mast against the wallin the dark he found a water bottle and took a drinkthen he lay down on the bedhe pulled the blanket over his shoulders and then over his back and legs and he slept face down on the newspapers with his arms out straight and the palms of his hands up

    he was asleep when the boy looked in the door in the morningit was blowing so hard that the drifting-boats would not be going out and the boy had slept late and then e to the old man"s shack as he had e each morningthe boy saw that the old man was breathing and then he saw the old man"s hands and he started to cryhe went out very quietly to go to bring some coffee and all the way down the road he was crying

    many fishermen were around the skiff looking at what was lashed beside it and one was in the water,his trousers rolled up,measuring the skeleton with a length of line

    the boy did not go downhe had been there before and one of the fishermen was looking after the skiff for him

    “how is he”one of the fishermen shouted

    “sleeping,”the boy calledhe did not care that they saw him crying“ let no one disturb him”

    “he was eighteen feet from nose to tail,”the fisherman who was measuring him called

    “i believe it,”the boy said

    he went into the terrace and asked for a can of coffee

    “hot and with plenty of milk and sugar in it”

    “anything more”

    “noafterwards i will see what he can eat”

    “what a fish it was,”the proprietor said“there has never been such a fishthose were two fine fish you took yesterday too”

    “damn my fish,”the boy said and he started to cry again

    “do you want a drink of any kind”the proprietor asked

    “no,”the boy said“tell them not to bother santiago i"ll be back”

    “tell him how sorry i am”

    “thanks,”the boy said

    the boy carried the hot can of coffee up to the old man"s shack and sat by him until he wokeonce it looked as though he were wakingbut he had gone back into heavy sleep and the boy had gone across the road to borrow some wood to heat the coffee

    finally the old man woke

    “don"t sit up”the boy said“drink this”he poured some of the coffee in a glass

    the old man took it and drank it

    “they beat me, manolin,”he said“they truly beat me”

    “he didn"t beat younot the fish”

    “notrulyit was afterwards”

    “pedrico is looking after the skiff and the gearwhat do you want done with the head”

    “let pedrico chop it up to use in fish traps”

    “and the spear”

    “you keep it if you want it”

    “i want it,”the boy said“ now we must make our plans about the other things”

    “did they search for me”

    “of coursewith coast guard and with planes”

    “the ocean is very big and a skiff is small and hard to see,”the old man saidhe noticed how pleasant it was to 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”

    “now we fish together again”

    “noi am not luckyi am not lucky anymore”

    “the hell with luck,”the boy said“i"ll bring the luck with me”

    “what will your family say”

    “i do not carei caught two yesterdaybut we will fish together now for i still have much to learn”

    “we must get a good killing lance and always have it on boardyou can make the blade from a spring leaf from an old fordwe can grind it in guanabacoait should be sharp and not tempered so it will breakmy knife broke”

    “i"ll get another knife and have the spring groundhow many days of heavy brisa have we”

    “maybe threemaybe more”

    “i will have everything in order,”the boy said“ you get your hands well old man”

    “i know how to care for them in the night i spat something strange and felt something in my chest was broken”

    “get that well too,”the boy said“lie down,old man, and i will bring you your clean shirtand something to eat”“bring any of the papers of the time that i was gone,”the old man said

    “you must get well fast for there is much that i can learn and you can teach me everythinghow much did you suffer”

    “plenty,”the old man said

    “i"ll bring the food and the papers,”the boy said“rest well,old mani will bring stuff from the drugstore for your hands”

    “don"t forget to tell pedrico the head is his”

    “noi will remember”

    as the boy went out the door and down the worn coral rock road he was crying again

    that afternoon there was a party of tourists at the terrace and looking down in the water among the empty beer cans and dead barracudas a woman saw a great long 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 outside the entrance to the harbor

    “what"s that”she asked a waiter and pointed to the long backbone of the great fish that was now just garbage waiting to go out with the tide

    “tiburon,”the waiter said,“eshark”he was meaning to explain what had happened

    “i didn"t know sharks had such handsome,beautifully formed tails”

    “i didn"t either,”her male panion said

    up the road, in his shack, the old man was sleeping againhe was still sleeping on his face and the boy was sitting by him watching himthe old man was dreaming about the lions