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They
were
nearly
as
long
as
the
fingers
of
the
old
man
and
they
had
razor
-
sharp
cutting
edges
on
both
sides
.
This
was
a
fish
built
to
feed
on
all
the
fishes
in
the
sea
,
that
were
so
fast
and
strong
and
well
armed
that
they
had
no
other
enemy
.
Now
he
speeded
up
as
he
smelled
the
fresher
scent
and
his
blue
dorsal
fin
cut
the
water
.
When
the
old
man
saw
him
coming
he
knew
that
this
was
a
shark
that
had
no
fear
at
all
and
would
do
exactly
what
he
wished
.
He
prepared
the
harpoon
and
made
the
rope
fast
while
he
watched
the
shark
come
on
.
The
rope
was
short
as
it
lacked
what
he
had
cut
away
to
lash
the
fish
.
The
old
man
’
s
head
was
clear
and
good
now
and
he
was
full
of
resolution
but
he
had
little
hope
.
It
was
too
good
to
last
,
he
thought
.
He
took
one
look
at
the
great
fish
as
he
watched
the
shark
close
in
.
It
might
as
well
have
been
a
dream
,
he
thought
.
I
cannot
keep
him
from
hitting
me
but
maybe
I
can
get
him
.
Dentuso
,
he
thought
.
Bad
luck
to
your
mother
.
The
shark
closed
fast
astern
and
when
he
hit
the
fish
the
old
man
saw
his
mouth
open
and
his
strange
eyes
and
the
clicking
chop
of
the
teeth
as
he
drove
forward
in
the
meat
just
above
the
tail
.
The
shark
’
s
head
was
out
of
water
and
his
back
was
coming
out
and
the
old
man
could
hear
the
noise
of
skin
and
flesh
ripping
on
the
big
fish
when
he
rammed
the
harpoon
down
onto
the
shark
’
s
head
at
a
spot
where
the
line
between
his
eyes
intersected
with
the
line
that
ran
straight
back
from
his
nose
.
There
were
no
such
lines
.
There
was
only
the
heavy
sharp
blue
head
and
the
big
eyes
and
the
clicking
,
thrusting
all
-
swallowing
jaws
.
But
that
was
the
location
of
the
brain
and
the
old
man
hit
it
.
He
hit
it
with
his
blood
mushed
hands
driving
a
good
harpoon
with
all
his
strength
.
He
hit
it
without
hope
but
with
resolution
and
complete
malignancy
.
The
shark
swung
over
and
the
old
man
saw
his
eye
was
not
alive
and
then
he
swung
over
once
again
,
wrapping
himself
in
two
loops
of
the
rope
.
The
old
man
knew
that
he
was
dead
but
the
shark
would
not
accept
it
.
Then
,
on
his
back
,
with
his
tail
lashing
and
his
jaws
clicking
,
the
shark
plowed
over
the
water
as
a
speed
-
boat
does
.
The
water
was
white
where
his
tail
beat
it
and
three
-
quarters
of
his
body
was
clear
above
the
water
when
the
rope
came
taut
,
shivered
,
and
then
snapped
.
The
shark
lay
quietly
for
a
little
while
on
the
surface
and
the
old
man
watched
him
.
Then
he
went
down
very
slowly
.
"
He
took
about
forty
pounds
,
"
the
old
man
said
aloud
.
He
took
my
harpoon
too
and
all
the
rope
,
he
thought
,
and
now
my
fish
bleeds
again
and
there
will
be
others
.
He
did
not
like
to
look
at
the
fish
anymore
since
he
had
been
mutilated
.
When
the
fish
had
been
hit
it
was
as
though
he
himself
were
hit
.
But
I
killed
the
shark
that
hit
my
fish
,
he
thought
.
And
he
was
the
biggest
dentuso
that
I
have
ever
seen
.
And
God
knows
that
I
have
seen
big
ones
.
It
was
too
good
to
last
,
he
thought
.
I
wish
it
had
been
a
dream
now
and
that
I
had
never
hooked
the
fish
and
was
alone
in
bed
on
the
newspapers
.
