He did not want to think of the mutilated under-side of the fish.
He knew that each of the jerking bumps of the shark had been meat torn away and that the fish now made a trail for all sharks as wide as a highway through the sea.
He was a fish to keep a man all winter, he thought.
Don't think of that.
Just rest and try to get your hands in shape to defend what is left of him.
The blood smell from my hands means nothing now with all that scent in the water.
Besides they do not bleed much.
There is nothing cut that means anything.
The bleeding may keep the left from cramping.
What can I think of now? he thought.
Nothing.
I must think of nothing and wait for the next ones.
I wish it had really been a dream, he thought.
But who knows?
It might have turned out well.
The next shark that came was a single shovelnose.
He came like a pig to the trough if a pig had a mouth so wide that you could put your head in it.
The old man let him hit the fish and then drove the knife on the oar don into his brain.
But the shark jerked backwards as he rolled and the knife blade snapped.
The old man settled himself to steer.
He did not even watch the big shark sinking slowly in the water, showing first life-size, then small, then tiny.
That always fascinated the old man.
But he did not even watch it now.
'I have the gaff now,' he said.
'But it will do no good. I have the two oars and the tiller and the short club.'
Now they have beaten me, he thought.
I am too old to club sharks to death.
But I will try it as long as I have the oars and the short club and the tiller.
He put his hands in the water again to soak them.
It was getting late in the afternoon and he saw nothing but the sea and the sky.
There was more wind in the sky than there had been, and soon he hoped that he would see land.
'You're tired, old man,' he said. 'You're tired inside.'
The sharks did not hit him again until just before sunset.
The old man saw the brown fins coming along the wide trail the fish must make in the water.
They were not even quartering on the scent.
They were headed straight for the skiff swimming side by side.
背景音樂:寫給海洋 朗讀:迪新 翻譯:海觀 |
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