Heknewhewasbeatennowfinallyandwithoutremedyandhewentbacktothesternandfoundthejaggedendofthetillerwouldfitintheslotoftherudderwellenoughforhimtosteer。Hesettledthesackaroundhisshouldersandputtheskiffonhercourse。Hesailedlightlynowandhehadnothoughtsnoranyfeelingsofanykind。Hewaspasteverythingnowandhesailedtheskifftomakehishomeportaswellandasintelligentlyashecould。Inthenightsharkshitthecarcassassomeonemightpickupcrumbsfromthetable。Theoldmanpaidnoattentiontothemanddidnotpayanyattentiontoanythingexceptsteering。Heonlynoticedhowlightlyandhowwelltheskiffsailednowtherewasnogreatweightbesideher。
Shesgood,hethought。Sheissoundandnotharmedinanywayexceptforthetiller。Thatiseasilyreplaced。
Hecouldfeelhewasinsidethecurrentnowandhecouldseethelightsofthebeachcoloniesalongtheshore。Heknewwherehewasnowanditwasnothingtogethome。
Thewindisourfriend,anyway,hethought。Thenheadded,sometimes。Andthegreatseawithourfriendsandourenemies。Andbed,hethought。Bedismyfriend。Justbed,hethought。Bedwillbeagreatthing。Itiseasywhenyouarebeaten,hethought。Ineverknewhoweasyitwas。Andwhatbeatyou,hethought。
“Nothing,”hesaidaloud。“Iwentouttoofar。”
WhenhesailedintothelittleharborthelightsoftheTerracewereoutandhekneweveryonewasinbed。Thebreezehadrisensteadilyandwasblowingstronglynow。Itwasquietintheharborthoughandhesailedupontothelittlepatchofshinglebelowtherocks。Therewasnoonetohelphimsohepulledtheboatupasfarashecould。Thenhesteppedoutandmadeherfasttoarock。
Heunsteppedthemastandfurledthesailandtiedit。Thenheshoulderedthemastandstartedtoclimb。Itwasthenheknewthedepthofhistiredness。Hestoppedforamomentandlookedbackandsawinthereflectionfromthestreetlightthegreattailofthefishstandingupwellbehindtheskiffsstern。Hesawthewhitenakedlineofhisbackboneandthedarkmassoftheheadwiththeprojectingbillandallthenakednessbetween。
Hestartedtoclimbagainandatthetophefellandlayforsometimewiththemastacrosshisshoulder。
Hetriedtogetup。Butitwastoodifficultandhesattherewiththemastonhisshoulderandlookedattheroad。Acatpassedonthefarsidegoingaboutitsbusinessandtheoldmanwatchedit。Thenhejustwatchedtheroad。
Finallyheputthemastdownandstoodup。Hepickedthemastupandputitonhisshoulderandstarteduptheroad。Hehadtositdownfivetimesbeforehereachedhisshack。
Insidetheshackheleanedthemastagainstthewall。Inthedarkhefoundawaterbottleandtookadrink。Thenhelaydownonthebed。Hepulledtheblanketoverhisshouldersandthenoverhisbackandlegsandhesleptfacedownonthenewspaperswithhisarmsoutstraightandthepalmsofhishandsup。
Hewasasleepwhentheboylookedinthedoorinthemorning。Itwasblowingsohardthatthedrifting-boatswouldnotbegoingoutandtheboyhadsleptlateandthencometotheoldmansshackashehadcomeeachmorning。Theboysawthattheoldmanwasbreathingandthenhesawtheoldmanshandsandhestartedtocry。Hewentoutveryquietlytogotobringsomecoffeeandallthewaydowntheroadhewascrying。
Manyfishermenwerearoundtheskifflookingatwhatwaslashedbesideitandonewasinthewater,histrousersrolledup,measuringtheskeletonwithalengthofline。
Theboydidnotgodown。Hehadbeentherebeforeandoneofthefishermenwaslookingaftertheskiffforhim。
“Howishe?”oneofthefishermenshouted。
“Sleeping,”theboycalled。Hedidnotcarethattheysawhimcrying。“Letnoonedisturbhim。”
“Hewaseighteenfeetfromnosetotail,”thefishermanwhowasmeasuringhimcalled。
“Ibelieveit,”theboysaid。
HewentintotheTerraceandaskedforacanofcoffee。
“Hotandwithplentyofmilkandsugarinit。”
“Anythingmore?”
“No。AfterwardsIwillseewhathecaneat。”
“Whatafishitwas,”theproprietorsaid。“Therehasneverbeensuchafish。Thoseweretwofinefishyoutookyesterdaytoo。”
“Damnmyfish,”theboysaidandhestartedtocryagain。
“Doyouwantadrinkofanykind?”theproprietorasked。
“No,”theboysaid。“TellthemnottobotherSantiago。Illbeback。”
“TellhimhowsorryIam。”
“Thanks,”theboysaid。
Theboycarriedthehotcanofcoffeeuptotheoldmansshackandsatbyhimuntilhewoke。Onceitlookedasthoughhewerewaking。Buthehadgonebackintoheavysleepandtheboyhadgoneacrosstheroadtoborrowsomewoodtoheatthecoffee。
Finallytheoldmanwoke。
“Dontsitup。”theboysaid。“Drinkthis。”Hepouredsomeofthecoffeeinaglass。
Theoldmantookitanddrankit。
“Theybeatme,Manolin,”hesaid。“Theytrulybeatme。”
“Hedidntbeatyou。Notthefish。”