They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old
man and he was not angry. Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him
and were sad. But they did not show it and they spoke politely about the
current and the depths they had drifted their lines at and the steady good
weather and of what they had seen. The successful fishermen of that day
were already in and had butchered their marlin out and carried them laid
full length across two planks, with two men staggering at the end of each
plank, to the fish house where they waited for the ice truck to carry them
to the market in Havana. Those who had caught sharks had taken them to
the shark factory on the other side of the cove where they were hoisted on
a block and tackle, their livers removed, their fins cut off and their hides
skinned out and their flesh cut into strips for salting.
When the wind was in the east a smell came across the harbour from
the shark factory; but today there was only the faint edge of the odour
because the wind had backed into the north and then dropped off and it
was pleasant and sunny on the Terrace.
''Santiago,'' the boy said.
''Yes,'' the old man said. He was holding his glass and thinking of many
years ago.
''Can I go out to get sardines for you for tomorrow?''
''No. Go and play baseball. I can still row and Rogelio will throw the
net.''
''I would like to go. If I cannot fish with you. I would like to serve in
some way.''
''You bought me a beer,'' the old man said. ''You are already a man.''
''How old was I when you first took me in a boat?''
''Five and you nearly were killed when I brought the fish in too green
and he nearly tore the boat to pieces. Can you remember?''
''I can remember the tail slapping and banging and the thwart
breaking and the noise of the clubbing. I can remember you throwing me
into the bow where the wet coiled lines were and feeling the whole boat
shiver and the noise of you clubbing him like chopping a tree down and
the sweet blood smell all over me.''
''Can you really remember that or did I just tell it to you?''
''I remember everything from when we first went together.''
The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes.