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down, down, down...
... unrolling off the first
of the two reserve coils.
This far out, he must be huge in this month.
Eat them, fish. Eat them.
Please eat them.
How fresh they are...
...and you down deep
in that cold water in the dark.
Come on, now.
Make another turn.
Then eat them. Just smell the sardines.
Then there is the tuna...
...cold and hard and lovely.
Come on, fish. Eat them.
Don't be shy.
He'll take it.
God help him to take it.
He can't have gone.
God knows he can't have gone.
He must be making another turn.
Perhaps he has been hooked before,
and he remembers part of it.
He was just turning. He's going to take it.
What a fish!
Now he has it sideways in his mouth...
...and he's going away with it.
As it went down, slipping lightly through
the old man's fingers...
... he could still feel the great weight...
... though the pressure of his thumb
and finger were almost imperceptible.
He's taken it.
Now let him eat it.
Eat it good, now, fish.
Go on, eat it.
Eat it until the point of the hook
goes into your heart and kills you...
...then come up nice and easy
and let me put the harpoon into you.
Now, are you ready?
Have you been long enough at table?
Now the fish was struck, and the old man
could feel that he was hooked.
Now he should run with the line or jump
or sound to the depths below...
... but nothing happened.
The fish just moved away slowly...
... and the old man could not
raise him an inch.
His line was strong
and made for heavy fish...
... and he held it until it was so taut
that beads of water were jumping from it.
Then the boat began to move...
... slowly off toward the northwest.
The old man leaned back against the pull.
The fish moved steadily, and they
traveled slowly on the calm water.
The other baits were still in the water,
but there was nothing to be done.
This will kill him.
He can't keep this up forever.
But four hours later, the fish was still
swimming steadily out to sea...
... towing the skiff, and the old man
was still braced solidly.
"What a fish to pull like that!" he thought.
"He must have his mouth
shut tight on the wire.
I wish I could see him only once
to know what I have against me. "
There was no land in sight now.
"That makes no difference," he thought.
"I can always come in on the glare
off the lights from Havana. "
It was noon when I hooked him,
and I have not yet seen him.
I wish the boy was here.
I'm being towed by a fish,
and I am the towing bitt.
"What I will do if he decides to go down,
I don't know.
What I'll do if he sounds
and dives, I don't know.
I'll do something.
There are plenty of things I can do.
I could make the line fast, " he thought,
"but then he could break it.
I must hold him all I can and then
give him line when he must have it.
Thank God he is traveling
and not going down. "
It was cold after the sun went down...
... and the old man's sweat dried cold
on his back and his arms and his old legs.
"He didn't come up when the sun set,"
he thought.
"Maybe he will come up with the moon.
If he does not do that, maybe he will
come up with the sunrise.
I wish I could see him.
I wish I could see him only once
to know what I have against me. "
Two porpoises came round the boat,
he could hear them rolling and blowing.
He could tell the difference between
the noise the male made...
... and the sighing blow of the female.
"They're good," he thought.
"They play and make jokes
and love one another.
They are our brothers, like the flying fish. "
Then he began to pity the great fish
he had hooked.
"He is wonderful and strange," he thought.
"Who knows how old he is."
Never have I had such a strong fish...
...or one that acted so strangely.
Maybe he's too wise to jump.
He could ruin me with a jump.
Or one quick rush.
Maybe he has been hooked
many times before...
...and he knows this is how
he must make his fight.
He took the bait like a male.
He moves like a male.
There is no panic in his fight.
I wonder if he has a plan
or if he's just as desperate as I am.
I wish the boy was here.
The fish never changed his course
nor his direction all that night...
... as far as the old man could tell
from watching the stars.
He felt the strength of the great fish moving
steadily toward what he had chosen...
... and he thought,
"When once through my treachery...
... it had been necessary for him
to make a choice...
... his choice had been to stay
in the deep water...
... far out beyond all snares and traps
and treacheries.
My choice was to go there and find him
beyond all people.
Beyond all people in the world.
Now we are joined together
and have been since noon.
And no one to help either one of us. "
"I have lost 200 fathoms of good line
and hooks and leaders, " he thought.
"That can be replaced.
But who replaces this fish
if I hook some fish and it cuts him off?
I don't know what the fish was
that took the bait just now.
Could have been a marlin or a broadbill
or a shark. I never felt him.
I had to get rid of him too fast. "
"I wonder what he made that lurch for,"
he thought.
"The wire must have slipped
on the great hill of his back.
Certainly his back cannot
feel as badly as mine does...
... and he cannot pull this skiff forever...
... no matter how strong he is. "
"Please, God, let him jump.
Maybe if I can increase the tension a little
more, it will hurt him, and he will jump.
Let him jump so that he will fill the sacs
along his backbone with air...
... and then he cannot go deep to die. "
Fish, I love you
and I respect you very much...
...but I will kill you
before this day ends.
A small bird came toward the skiff
from the north.
He was a warbler
and flying very low over the water.
And the old man could see
that he was very tired.
Hey...
...how old are you?
Is this your first trip?
Why are you so tired?
What are birds coming to anyway?
"The hawks," he thought,
"that come out to sea to meet them."
But he said nothing of this to the bird,
who could not understand him anyway...
... and who'd learn about the hawks
soon enough.
It is all right, small bird.
You rest for a minute.
But then you must go in, and you must
take your chances like every man...
...and every fish and every bird must do.
I wish I could hoist my sail and take you in
with the small breeze that's rising...
...but I'm with a friend.
Something hurt him.
You're feeling it now, fish.
And so, God knows, am I.
"How did I let the fish cut me with one pull
he made?" the old man thought.
"I must be getting very stupid.
I better pay attention to my work.
And then I must eat the bonito
so I will not have a failure of strength.
I wish the boy was here to cut up
the bonito, and I wish I had some salt.
I don't think I can eat an entire one. "
What kind of a hand is that?
Go on. Cramp if you want to.
Make yourself into a claw.
It will do you no good.
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