It has been four days since anyone has seen or heard from Santiago. I’m worried something bad might have happened to the old man. I try to calm myself and remember Santiago can handle himself, but I can’t help thinking he may be in trouble.
Search and rescue boats, planes, and helicopters looking for Santiago, but each time they return back empty handed. Everyone in town has been anxious for Santiago to return. Trying to continue each day normally, I fish just as I would any other day. Yet every time I go out on the water, my mind wanders back to thoughts of Santiago and when he will return.
As I walk though the streets I can’t seem to pull myself together just at the thought of losing the old man.
“Manolin!” shouts a fisherman from the …show more content…
I know Santiago has fished for many years, yet the fisherman’s words about a storm coming makes me feel even worse than before! If Santiago is weak already from being out at sea for so long I don’t know how he could handle getting hit by a storm.
I think of the times we had together back when I was young. He was a stronger then, and just as wise of a fisherman as he is now. The old man has been like a father to me. The past few days I have struggled with the decision of staying with the boat I fish with now, following my parents orders, and going back to help Santiago as he grows old. I can’t help wondering If Santiago needs me and if I had gone with him he would have returned by now. If I go back to Santiago I will lose my family and I could lose everything I have worked for. I want to do what is right, but how do I know? How do I make such a life changing decision? Santiago has been more of a father to me than my own father. The longer Santiago is gone, the more I feel I should have gone with …show more content…
On my way I pass Santiago’s boat and all of the fishermen surrounding it.
“How is he?” one of the fishermen shouts.
“Sleeping,” I call, not caring if they see me crying. “Let no one disturb him.”
“He was eighteen feet from nose to tail,” the fisherman who was measuring the fish called.
“I believe it,” I reply.
I walk into the Terrace and asked for a can of coffee.
“Hot and with plenty of milk and sugar in it.”
“Anything more?” says the proprietor.
“No. Afterwards I will see what he can eat.” I say.
“What a fish it was,” the proprietor says. “There has never been such a fish. Those were two fine fish you took yesterday too.”
“Damn my fish,” I say. I start to cry again as I remember all Santiago went through without me. “Do you want a drink of any kind?” the proprietor asked.
“No,” I say. “Tell them not to bother Santiago. I’ll be back.”
“Tell him how sorry I am.”
“Thanks,” I reply.
I go back to Santiago’s shack to bring him his coffee. I sit by his side and wait for him to wake up, ready to hear of his crazy adventure.
Search and rescue boats, planes, and helicopters looking for Santiago, but each time they return back empty handed. Everyone in town has been anxious for Santiago to return. Trying to continue each day normally, I fish just as I would any other day. Yet every time I go out on the water, my mind wanders back to thoughts of Santiago and when he will return.
As I walk though the streets I can’t seem to pull myself together just at the thought of losing the old man.
“Manolin!” shouts a fisherman from the …show more content…
I know Santiago has fished for many years, yet the fisherman’s words about a storm coming makes me feel even worse than before! If Santiago is weak already from being out at sea for so long I don’t know how he could handle getting hit by a storm.
I think of the times we had together back when I was young. He was a stronger then, and just as wise of a fisherman as he is now. The old man has been like a father to me. The past few days I have struggled with the decision of staying with the boat I fish with now, following my parents orders, and going back to help Santiago as he grows old. I can’t help wondering If Santiago needs me and if I had gone with him he would have returned by now. If I go back to Santiago I will lose my family and I could lose everything I have worked for. I want to do what is right, but how do I know? How do I make such a life changing decision? Santiago has been more of a father to me than my own father. The longer Santiago is gone, the more I feel I should have gone with …show more content…
On my way I pass Santiago’s boat and all of the fishermen surrounding it.
“How is he?” one of the fishermen shouts.
“Sleeping,” I call, not caring if they see me crying. “Let no one disturb him.”
“He was eighteen feet from nose to tail,” the fisherman who was measuring the fish called.
“I believe it,” I reply.
I walk into the Terrace and asked for a can of coffee.
“Hot and with plenty of milk and sugar in it.”
“Anything more?” says the proprietor.
“No. Afterwards I will see what he can eat.” I say.
“What a fish it was,” the proprietor says. “There has never been such a fish. Those were two fine fish you took yesterday too.”
“Damn my fish,” I say. I start to cry again as I remember all Santiago went through without me. “Do you want a drink of any kind?” the proprietor asked.
“No,” I say. “Tell them not to bother Santiago. I’ll be back.”
“Tell him how sorry I am.”
“Thanks,” I reply.
I go back to Santiago’s shack to bring him his coffee. I sit by his side and wait for him to wake up, ready to hear of his crazy adventure.