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Usually
when
he
smelled
the
land
breeze
he
woke
up
and
dressed
to
go
and
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
Islands
rising
from
the
sea
and
then
he
dreamed
of
the
different
harbours
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
.
They
played
like
young
cats
in
the
dusk
and
he
loved
them
as
he
loved
the
boy
.
He
never
dreamed
about
the
boy
.
He
simply
woke
,
looked
out
the
open
door
at
the
moon
and
unrolled
his
trousers
and
put
them
on
.
He
urinated
outside
the
shack
and
then
went
up
the
road
to
wake
the
boy
.
He
was
shivering
with
the
morning
cold
.
But
he
knew
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
first
room
and
the
old
man
could
see
him
clearly
with
the
light
that
came
in
from
the
dying
moon
.
He
took
hold
of
one
foot
gently
and
held
it
until
the
boy
woke
and
turned
and
looked
at
him
.
The
old
man
nodded
and
the
boy
took
his
trousers
from
the
chair
by
the
bed
and
,
sitting
on
the
bed
,
pulled
them
on
.
The
old
man
went
out
the
door
and
the
boy
came
after
him
.
He
was
sleepy
and
the
old
man
put
his
arm
across
his
shoulders
and
said
,
"
I
am
sorry
.
"
"
Qué
va
,
"
the
boy
said
.
"
It
is
what
a
man
must
do
.
"
They
walked
down
the
road
to
the
old
man
’
s
shack
and
all
along
the
road
,
in
the
dark
,
barefoot
men
were
moving
,
carrying
the
masts
of
their
boats
.
When
they
reached
the
old
man
’
s
shack
the
boy
took
the
rolls
of
line
in
the
basket
and
the
harpoon
and
gaff
and
the
old
man
carried
the
mast
with
the
furled
sail
on
his
shoulder
.
"
Do
you
want
coffee
?
"
the
boy
asked
.
"
We
’
ll
put
the
gear
in
the
boat
and
then
get
some
.
"
They
had
coffee
from
condensed
milk
cans
at
an
early
morning
place
that
served
fishermen
.
