Butthefishkeptoncirclingslowlyandtheoldmanwaswetwithsweatandtireddeepintohisbonestwohourslater。Butthecirclesweremuchshorternowandfromthewaythelineslantedhecouldtellthefishhadrisensteadilywhileheswam。
Foranhourtheoldmanhadbeenseeingblackspotsbeforehiseyesandthesweatsaltedhiseyesandsaltedthecutoverhiseyeandonhisforehead。Hewasnotafraidoftheblackspots。Theywerenormalatthetensionthathewaspullingontheline。Twice,though,hehadfeltfaintanddizzyandthathadworriedhim。
“Icouldnotfailmyselfanddieonafishlikethis。”hesaid。“NowthatIhavehimcomingsobeautifully,Godhelpmeendure。IllsayahundredOurFathersandahundredHailMarys。ButIcannotsaythemnow。”
Considerthemsaid,hethought。Illsaythemlater。
Justthenhefeltasuddenbangingandjerkingonthelineheheldwithhistwohands。Itwassharpandhard-feelingandheavy。
Heishittingthewireleaderwithhisspear,hethought。Thatwasboundtocome。Hehadtodothat。ItmaymakehimjumpthoughandIwouldratherhestayedcirclingnow。Thejumpswerenecessaryforhimtotakeair。Butafterthateachonecanwidentheopeningofthehookwoundandhecanthrowthehook。
“Dontjump,fish,”hesaid。“Dontjump。”
Thefishhitthewireseveraltimesmoreandeachtimeheshookhisheadtheoldmangaveupalittleline。
Imustholdhispainwhereitis,hethought。Minedoesnotmatter。Icancontrolmine。Buthispaincoulddrivehimmad。
Afterawhilethefishstoppedbeatingatthewireandstartedcirclingslowlyagain。Theoldmanwasgaininglinesteadilynow。Buthefeltfaintagain。Heliftedsomeseawaterwithhislefthandandputitonhishead。Thenheputmoreonandrubbedthebackofhisneck。
“Ihavenocramps。”hesaid。“HellbeupsoonandIcanlast。Youhavetolast。Dontevenspeakofit。”
Hekneeledagainstthebowand,foramoment,slippedthelineoverhisbackagain。Illrestnowwhilehegoesoutonthecircleandthenstandupandworkonhimwhenhecomesin,hedecided。
Itwasagreattemptationtorestinthebowandletthefishmakeonecirclebyhimselfwithoutrecoveringanyline。Butwhenthestrainshowedthefishhadturnedtocometowardtheboat,theoldmanrosetohisfeetandstartedthepivotingandtheweavingpullingthatbroughtinallthelinehegained。
ImtirederthanIhaveeverbeen,hethought,andnowthetradewindisrising。Butthatwillbegoodtotakehiminwith。Ineedthatbadly。
“Illrestonthenextturnashegoesout,”hesaid。“Ifeelmuchbetter。ThenintwoorthreeturnsmoreIwillhavehim。”
Hisstrawhatwasfaronthebackofhisheadandhesankdownintothebowwiththepullofthelineashefeltthefishturn。
Youworknow,fish,hethought。Illtakeyouattheturn。
Theseahadrisenconsiderably。Butitwasafair-weatherbreezeandhehadtohaveittogethome。
“Illjuststeersouthandwest。”hesaid。“Amanisneverlostatseaanditisalongisland。”
Itwasonthethirdturnthathesawthefishfirst。
Hesawhimfirstasadarkshadowthattooksolongtopassundertheboatthathecouldnotbelieveitslength。
“No,”hesaid。“Hecantbethatbig。”
Buthewasthatbigandattheendofthiscirclehecametothesurfaceonlythirtyyardsawayandthemansawhistailoutofwater。Itwashigherthanabigscythebladeandaverypalelavenderabovethedarkbluewater。Itrakedbackandasthefishswamjustbelowthesurfacetheoldmancouldseehishugebulkandthepurplestripesthatbandedhim。Hisdorsalfinwasdownandhishugepectoralswerespreadwide。
Onthiscircletheoldmancouldseethefishseyeandthetwograysuckingfishthatswamaroundhim。Sometimestheyattachedthemselvestohim。Sometimestheydartedoff。Sometimestheywouldswimeasilyinhisshadow。Theywereeachoverthreefeetlongandwhentheyswamfasttheylashedtheirwholebodieslikeeels。
Theoldmanwassweatingnowbutfromsomethingelsebesidesthesun。Oneachcalmplacidturnthefishmadehewasgaininglineandhewassurethatintwoturnsmorehewouldhaveachancetogettheharpoonin。
ButImustgethimclose,close,close,hethought。Imustnttryforthehead。Imustgettheheart。
“Becalmandstrong,oldman,”hesaid。
Onthenextcirclethefishsbackwasoutbuthewasalittletoofarfromtheboat。Onthenextcirclehewasstilltoofarawaybuthewashigheroutofwaterandtheoldmanwassurethatbygainingsomemorelinehecouldhavehimalongside。
Hehadriggedhisharpoonlongbeforeanditscoiloflightropewasinaroundbasketandtheendwasmadefasttothebittinthebow。
Thefishwascominginonhiscirclenowcalmandbeautifullookingandonlyhisgreattailmoving。Theoldmanpulledonhimallthathecouldtobringhimcloser。Forjustamomentthefishturnedalittleonhisside。Thenhestraightenedhimselfandbegananothercircle。