Hedidnotneedacompasstotellhimwheresouthwestwas。Heonlyneededthefeelofthetradewindandthedrawingofthesail。Ibetterputasmalllineoutwithaspoononitandtryandgetsomethingtoeatanddrinkforthemoisture。Buthecouldnotfindaspoonandhissardineswererotten。Sohehookedapatchofyellowgulfweedwiththegaffastheypassedandshookitsothatthesmallshrimpsthatwereinitfellontotheplankingoftheskiff。Thereweremorethanadozenofthemandtheyjumpedandkickedlikesandfleas。Theoldmanpinchedtheirheadsoffwithhisthumbandforefingerandatethemchewinguptheshellsandthetails。Theywereverytinybutheknewtheywerenourishingandtheytastedgood。
Theoldmanstillhadtwodrinksofwaterinthebottleandheusedhalfofoneafterhehadeatentheshrimps。Theskiffwassailingwellconsideringthehandicapsandhesteeredwiththetillerunderhisarm。Hecouldseethefishandhehadonlytolookathishandsandfeelhisbackagainstthesterntoknowthatthishadtrulyhappenedandwasnotadream。Atonetimewhenhewasfeelingsobadlytowardtheend,hehadthoughtperhapsitwasadream。Thenwhenhehadseenthefishcomeoutofthewaterandhangmotionlessintheskybeforehefell,hewassuretherewassomegreatstrangenessandhecouldnotbelieveit。Thenhecouldnotseewell,althoughnowhesawaswellasever。
Nowheknewtherewasthefishandhishandsandbackwerenodream。Thehandscurequickly,hethought。Ibledthemcleanandthesaltwaterwillhealthem。Thedarkwaterofthetruegulfisthegreatesthealerthatthereis。AllImustdoiskeeptheheadclear。Thehandshavedonetheirworkandwesailwell。Withhismouthshutandhistailstraightupanddownwesaillikebrothers。Thenhisheadstartedtobecomealittleunclearandhethought,ishebringingmeinoramIbringinghimin?IfIweretowinghimbehindtherewouldbenoquestion。Norifthefishwereintheskiff,withalldignitygone,therewouldbenoquestioneither。Buttheyweresailingtogetherlashedsidebysideandtheoldmanthought,lethimbringmeinifitpleaseshim。Iamonlybetterthanhimthroughtrickeryandhemeantmenoharm。
Theysailedwellandtheoldmansoakedhishandsinthesaltwaterandtriedtokeephisheadclear。Therewerehighcumuluscloudsandenoughcirrusabovethemsothattheoldmanknewthebreezewouldlastallnight。Theoldmanlookedatthefishconstantlytomakesureitwastrue。Itwasanhourbeforethefirstsharkhithim。
Thesharkwasnotanaccident。Hehadcomeupfromdeepdowninthewaterasthedarkcloudofbloodhadsettledanddispersedinthemiledeepsea。Hehadcomeupsofastandabsolutelywithoutcautionthathebrokethesurfaceofthebluewaterandwasinthesun。Thenhefellbackintotheseaandpickedupthescentandstartedswimmingonthecoursetheskiffandthefishhadtaken。
Sometimeshelostthescent。Buthewouldpickitupagain,orhavejustatraceofitandheswamfastandhardonthecourse。HewasaverybigMakosharkbuilttoswimasfastasthefastestfishintheseaandeverythingabouthimwasbeautifulexcepthisjaws。
Hisbackwasasblueasaswordfishsandhisbellywassilverandhishidewassmoothandhandsome。Hewasbuiltasaswordfishexceptforhishugejawswhichweretightshutnowasheswamfast,justunderthesurfacewithhishighdorsalfinknifingthroughthewaterwithoutwavering。Insidethecloseddoublelipofhisjawsallofhiseightrowsofteethwereslantedinwards。Theywerenottheordinarypyramid-shapedteethofmostsharks。Theywereshapedlikeamansfingerswhentheyarecrispedlikeclaws。Theywerenearlyaslongasthefingersoftheoldmanandtheyhadrazor-sharpcuttingedgesonbothsides。Thiswasafishbuilttofeedonallthefishesinthesea,thatweresofastandstrongandwellarmedthattheyhadnootherenemy。Nowhespeededupashesmelledthefresherscentandhisbluedorsalfincutthewater。
Whentheoldmansawhimcomingheknewthatthiswasasharkthathadnofearatallandwoulddoexactlywhathewished。Hepreparedtheharpoonandmadetheropefastwhilehewatchedthesharkcomeon。Theropewasshortasitlackedwhathehadcutawaytolashthefish。
Theoldmansheadwasclearandgoodnowandhewasfullofresolutionbuthehadlittlehope。Itwastoogoodtolast,hethought。Hetookonelookatthegreatfishashewatchedthesharkclosein。Itmightaswellhavebeenadream,hethought。IcannotkeephimfromhittingmebutmaybeIcangethim。Dentuso,hethought。Badlucktoyourmother。
Thesharkclosedfastasternandwhenhehitthefishtheoldmansawhismouthopenandhisstrangeeyesandtheclickingchopoftheteethashedroveforwardinthemeatjustabovethetail。Thesharksheadwasoutofwaterandhisbackwascomingoutandtheoldmancouldhearthenoiseofskinandfleshrippingonthebigfishwhenherammedtheharpoondownontothesharksheadataspotwherethelinebetweenhiseyesintersectedwiththelinethatranstraightbackfromhisnose。Therewerenosuchlines。Therewasonlytheheavysharpblueheadandthebigeyesandtheclicking,thrustingall-swallowingjaws。Butthatwasthelocationofthebrainandtheoldmanhitit。Hehititwithhisbloodmushedhandsdrivingagoodharpoonwithallhisstrength。Hehititwithouthopebutwithresolutionandcompletemalignancy。
Thesharkswungoverandtheoldmansawhiseyewasnotaliveandthenheswungoveronceagain,wrappinghimselfintwoloopsoftherope。Theoldmanknewthathewasdeadbutthesharkwouldnotacceptit。Then,onhisback,withhistaillashingandhisjawsclicking,thesharkplowedoverthewaterasaspeed-boatdoes。Thewaterwaswhitewherehistailbeatitandthree-quartersofhisbodywasclearabovethewaterwhentheropecametaut,shivered,andthensnapped。Thesharklayquietlyforalittlewhileonthesurfaceandtheoldmanwatchedhim。Thenhewentdownveryslowly。
“Hetookaboutfortypounds,”theoldmansaidaloud。Hetookmyharpoontooandalltherope,hethought,andnowmyfishbleedsagainandtherewillbeothers。
Hedidnotliketolookatthefishanymoresincehehadbeenmutilated。Whenthefishhadbeenhititwasasthoughhehimselfwerehit。
ButIkilledthesharkthathitmyfish,hethought。AndhewasthebiggestdentusothatIhaveeverseen。AndGodknowsthatIhaveseenbigones。
Itwastoogoodtolast,hethought。IwishithadbeenadreamnowandthatIhadneverhookedthefishandwasaloneinbedonthenewspapers。
“Butmanisnotmadefordefeat,”hesaid。“Amancanbedestroyedbutnotdefeated。”IamsorrythatIkilledthefishthough,hethought。NowthebadtimeiscomingandIdonotevenhavetheharpoon。Thedentusoiscruelandableandstrongandintelligent。ButIwasmoreintelligentthanhewas。Perhapsnot,hethought。PerhapsIwasonlybetterarmed。
“Dontthink,oldman,”hesaidaloud。“Sailonthiscourseandtakeitwhenitcomes。”
ButImustthink,hethought。BecauseitisallIhaveleft。Thatandbaseball。IwonderhowthegreatDiMaggiowouldhavelikedthewayIhithiminthebrain?Itwasnogreatthing,hethought。Anymancoulddoit。Butdoyouthinkmyhandswereasgreatahandicapasthebonespurs?Icannotknow。IneverhadanythingwrongwithmyheelexceptthetimethestingraystungitwhenIsteppedonhimwhenswimmingandparalyzedthelowerlegandmadetheunbearablepain。
“Thinkaboutsomethingcheerful,oldman,”hesaid。“Everyminutenowyouareclosertohome。Yousaillighterforthelossoffortypounds。”
Heknewquitewellthepatternofwhatcouldhappenwhenhereachedtheinnerpartofthecurrent。Buttherewasnothingtobedonenow。
“Yesthereis,”hesaidaloud。“Icanlashmyknifetothebuttofoneoftheoars。”
Sohedidthatwiththetillerunderhisarmandthesheetofthesailunderhisfoot。
“Now,”hesaid。“Iamstillanoldman。ButIamnotunarmed。”
Thebreezewasfreshnowandhesailedonwell。Hewatchedonlytheforwardpartofthefishandsomeofhishopereturned。
Itissillynottohope,hethought。BesidesIbelieveitisasin。Donotthinkaboutsin,hethought。Thereareenoughproblemsnowwithoutsin。AlsoIhavenounderstandingofit。
IhavenounderstandingofitandIamnotsurethatIbelieveinit。Perhapsitwasasintokillthefish。IsupposeitwaseventhoughIdidittokeepmealiveandfeedmanypeople。Buttheneverythingisasin。Donotthinkaboutsin。Itismuchtoolateforthatandtherearepeoplewhoarepaidtodoit。Letthemthinkaboutit。Youwereborntobeafishermanasthefishwasborntobeafish。SanPedrowasafishermanaswasthefatherofthegreatDiMaggio。
Buthelikedtothinkaboutallthingsthathewasinvolvedinandsincetherewasnothingtoreadandhedidnothavearadio,hethoughtmuchandhekeptonthinkingaboutsin。Youdidnotkillthefishonlytokeepaliveandtosellforfood,hethought。Youkilledhimforprideandbecauseyouareafisherman。Youlovedhimwhenhewasaliveandyoulovedhimafter。Ifyoulovehim,itisnotasintokillhim。Orisitmore?
“Youthinktoomuch,oldman,”hesaidaloud。