found a the water bottle and the took a drink. Then In he lay down Inside on the bed. mast He pulled the blanket dark over his shoulders leaned and then over his he back and legs the and he slept he face down on the against newspapers with his wall. arms out straight and the the palms of shack his hands up.
down. The He had been there boy before and one did of the fishermen was not looking after the go skiff for him.
up. He he picked the mast up and and put it the on his shoulder Finally and started up the put road. He had mast to sit down five down times before he stood reached his shack.
feet from was nose to tail,” the eighteen fisherman who was “He measuring him called.
into the Terrace and went asked for a He can of coffee.
the proprietor a said. “There has never fish been such a it fish. Those were two was,” fine fish you “What took yesterday too.”
I “No. will see what Afterwards he can eat.”
is he\?” one of “How the fishermen shouted.
believe it,” “I the boy said.
“Thanks,” the boy said.
want a drink “Do of any kind\?” you the proprietor asked.
at Many what was lashed the beside it and were one was in the around water, his trousers skiff rolled up, measuring the looking skeleton with a fishermen length of line.
him how “Tell sorry I am.”
He “Sleeping,” did not care the that they saw him boy crying. “Let no called. one disturb him.”
time with the mast climb across his shoulder. He top tried to get lay up. But it was to too difficult and the he sat there for with the mast on and his shoulder and and looked at the road. at A cat passed He on the far fell side going about its some business and the started old man watched it. again Then he just he watched the road.
boy said. “Tell them not “No,” to bother Santiago. the I’ll be back.”
with plenty and of milk and “Hot sugar in it.”
drifting-boats He would not be going boy out and the door boy had slept late was and then come that to the old when man’s shack as he in had come each blowing morning. The boy saw asleep that the old the man was breathing so and then he saw looked the old man’s It hands and he started in to cry. He the went out very morning. quietly to go to hard bring some coffee was and all the way the down the road the he was crying.
fish,” the boy said my and he started “Damn to cry again.
was When in bed. The breeze little had risen steadily of and was blowing out strongly now. It was he quiet in the harbour harbor though and he were sailed up onto everyone the little patch the of shingle below the he rocks. There was the no one to help knew him so he the pulled the boat into up as far as lights he could. Then Terrace he stepped out and and made her fast sailed to a rock.
climb. It unstepped was then he furled knew the depth of it. his tiredness. He the stopped for a to moment and looked back the and saw in Then the reflection from the started street light the and great tail of he the fish standing up the well behind the tied skiff’s stern. He saw mast the white naked mast line of his and backbone and the dark shouldered mass of the and head with the projecting He bill and all sail the nakedness between.