The old man and the sea by Earnest Hemingway alternate ending 'What's that?' she asked a waiter and pointed to the long back bone of the great fish
The old man and the sea by Earnest Hemingway alternate ending
'What's that?' she asked a waiter and pointed to the long back bone of the great fish that was now just garbage waiting to go out on the tide.
'Tiburon' the waiter said, 'Eshark.' He was meaning to explain what had happened. 'Santiago old man, desafortunado, pescados pasados quizá pescados' the waiter floundered with his translation, 'hard catch, Tiburon he eats Marlin.'
Her male companion spoke, 'Are you thinking what I'm thinking?' he questioned her with an excited undercurrent, the flush rising up his cheeks Like the sunset on the ocean.
'It could be' she responded 'It really could be, go and get Norris; quick' her agitation was visible now 'he'll know'
Her friend hurried off towards the white dunes, undulating across the end of the beach as though a school of dolphins were gathering in readiness to greet him.
She whipped out a camera, and started snapping away.
'Kisa Li jouk' the waiter asked his college, speaking in Creole aware that the tourists understood some Spanish.
'Frache' he replied with a shrug, all foreigners were mad as far as he was concerned.
'Hurry' she shouted, her excitement making her voice tremble, as her friend came into view followed by two tall white haired men.
'I found both of them, they were playing chess at the bar' he said in a aren't I clever tone of voice, you could imagine him having ...
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She whipped out a camera, and started snapping away.
'Kisa Li jouk' the waiter asked his college, speaking in Creole aware that the tourists understood some Spanish.
'Frache' he replied with a shrug, all foreigners were mad as far as he was concerned.
'Hurry' she shouted, her excitement making her voice tremble, as her friend came into view followed by two tall white haired men.
'I found both of them, they were playing chess at the bar' he said in a aren't I clever tone of voice, you could imagine him having a tail wagging franticly.
'Norris, Ross, look, what do you think?' She asked in a breathless voice, 'I started taking pictures just in case'
'Well done my dear' She was always the clever little girl, Norris said to his brother.
They whipped out tape measures and started taking notes of their results. The excitement in the air was palatable. The small gasps and wordless explanations created an atmosphere like air bubbles rising and popping on the surface of a sponge cake mix.
'What's going on' asked Manolin, he had come down the beach to buy bait ready for his trip with Santiago in the morning. 'Déjelo' He demanded.
The woman turned to him 'Is this your catch?'
'No, I haven't endured enough to be able to catch such a fine a noble friend, yet' he replied. 'It is from the passion of Santiago, my professor, my mentor'
'Where is he? I would really like to talk to him to discuss this momentous catch'
Manolin looks surprised at this statement, 'he is sleeping, he was at sea on his own for three nights,' he said in a quite but respectful voice, 'but no more on his own, I go tomorrow with him' he declared defiantly.
'We would like to talk to him; love to talk to him,' the thinner of the brothers said. 'I think we have something very special here'
'I'm know its special, now I've finished investigating it' said the other brother 'Did you know, does this Santiago realise?'
'Is there some way we can secure it, make it safe?' the woman asked Manolin 'It can't be left here, god knows could happen to it'
Manolin, looked confused at this sudden rush of questions, he shook his head slowly as if to clear some room. 'What do mean special? Where do want to put it?'
The McWhirter brother spoke in unison 'Why it's a record breaker! It's the biggest ever Marlin recorded, it's a world record'
The woman took pity on manolin's confusion' it could make your friend rich'
'Well, well off, maybe I don't think rich' her male companion interrupted.
'He will be immortalized' she continued, pulling a face at her friend 'his triumph will be set as in stone'
'We will not wake him still' Manolin said 'but I will in a few more hours, this news will refresh him, as much as good news about Joe DiMaggio, he will be as revived as his lions make him!'
D.Epathite 07/05/2007
