Старик и море

           Luckisathingthatcomesinmanyformsandwhocanrecognizeher? Iwouldtakesomethoughinanyformandpaywhattheyasked. IwishIcouldseetheglowfromthelights,hethought. Iwishtoomanythings. ButthatisthethingIwishfornow. Hetriedtosettlemorecomfortablytosteerandfromhispainheknewhewasnotdead. 

           Hesawthereflectedglareofthelightsofthecityatwhatmusthavebeenaroundteno’clockatnight. Theywereonlyperceptibleatfirstasthelightisintheskybeforethemoonrises. Thentheyweresteadytoseeacrosstheoceanwhichwasroughnowwiththeincreasingbreeze. Hesteeredinsideoftheglowandhethoughtthatnow,soon,hemusthittheedgeofthestream. 

           Nowitisover,hethought. Theywillprobablyhitmeagain. Butwhatcanamandoagainsttheminthedarkwithoutaweapon? 

           Hewasstiffandsorenowandhiswoundsandallofthestrainedpartsofhisbodyhurtwiththecoldofthenight. IhopeIdonothavetofightagain,hethought. IhopesomuchIdonothavetofightagain. 

           Butbymidnighthefoughtandthistimeheknewthefightwasuseless. Theycameinapackandhecouldonlyseethelinesinthewaterthattheirfinsmade andtheirphosphorescenceastheythrewthemselvesonthefish. Heclubbedatheadsandheardthejawschopandtheshakingoftheskiffastheytookholdbelow. Heclubbeddesperatelyatwhathecouldonlyfeelandhearandhefeltsomethingseizetheclubanditwasgone.