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"
He
hasn
’
t
much
faith
.
"
"
No
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
"
But
we
have
.
Haven
’
t
we
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
the
boy
said
.
"
Can
I
offer
you
a
beer
on
the
Terrace
and
then
we
’
ll
take
the
stuff
home
.
"
"
Why
not
?
"
the
old
man
said
.
"
Between
fishermen
.
"
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
.
"
