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He smelled the tar and oakum
of the deck as he slept...
... and he smelled the smell of Africa that
the land breeze brought with the morning.
Usually when he smelled
the land breeze, he woke up...
... and dressed to go to wake the boy.
But tonight the smell of the land breeze
came very early...
... and he knew it was too early in his dream
and went on dreaming.
To see the white peaks of the island
rising to the sea...
... and he dreamed of the different harbors
and roadsteads of the Canary Islands.
He no longer dreamed of storms
nor of women...
... nor of great occurrences
nor of great fish...
... nor fights nor contests of strength
nor of his wife.
He only dreamed of places now...
... and of the lions on the beach.
and he loved them as he loved the boy.
He never dreamed about the boy.
In the dawn, the old man simply woke...
... looked out the door at the dying moon,
unrolled his trousers and put them on.
Then went down to wake the boy.
He was shivering with cold...
... but he knew that he would shiver himself
warm and that soon he would be rowing.
The door of the house
where the boy lived was unlocked...
... and he opened it and walked in quietly
with his bare feet.
The boy was asleep on a cot in the room
and the old man could see him clearly.
He took hold of one foot gently
and held it until the boy woke...
... and turned and looked at him.
The boy was sleepy,
and the old man said, "I'm sorry."
"It is what a man must do,"
the boy answered.
They walked down the road,
and all along the road in the dark...
... barefoot men were moving,
carrying the masts of their boats.
How did you sleep?
Very well, Manolin. I feel confident today.
I do too.
I'll get the sardines. Be right back.
Have another cup. We have credit here.
The old man drank his coffee slowly.
It's all he'd have all day,
and he knew that he should take it.
For a long time now, eating had bored him,
He had a bottle of water
in the bow of the skiff...
... and that was all he needed for the day.
Good luck, old man.
Good luck.
There were other boats going out to sea...
... and the old man heard
the dip and push of their oars.
In the dark, the old man could feel
the morning coming.
And as he rode, he heard the trembling
sound as flying fish left the water...
... and the hissing their stiff, set wings
made as they soared away in the darkness.
He was very fond of flying fish, as they
were his principal friends in the ocean.
He was sorry for the birds,
especially the small, delicate, dark terns...
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