in the Caribbean waters off Havana, in the depths of perhaps eighty catches, Salomon Parra Tapia was fishing with his new 1987, little twenty-five foot yacht with his wife, Rosalina Nayelis, he was on deck in bliziniluk (front) , it was below the aft (back), he is a literary version of events in the Hemingway book, "the Old Man and the Sea", which means he is in her sixties, she in her fifties, and he was off like a restaurant owner (although the opposite of Hemingway's Santiago), on the Caribbean island, Cuba, and having all the necessary fishing gear such as hooks and rod and reel, tackle deep-dropping for the most part, and there was a big fish on your line , compared the Santiago, which was not all that dramatic a moment, but it does not matter, although he was a fisherman-again, perhaps more than most awkward and not as risky as most, and quickly take them back if there was a large challenges emerged. Neither he wants to be considered a seaman, the Caribbean or the Gulf of Mexico or the Mediterranean. But he loved fishing and boating, and drinking, and so on.
there was no magic in this time (still no)-boat was drifting with the current in a bluish-green water, its two to one hundred hp Mercury engine, a closed and sunburst over the old man's rusty looking balled head: just great tug on the fishing line and fish traps below, zoomed down to the bottom of the sea with a plunge, and then he knew that predatorily had to be, pull the wilderness, and to the bottom as fast as he took over the swordfish, probably near the size of yachts he knew that he went up to sixty miles per hour, fifteen feet in length. And when he hit the bottom, it's like a ripple effect all the way to the line for the arms, on the other end of his fishing rod, quivering ripples. And it does not matter now, the devil now that nothing important, but the fish, forgetting his wife was down in the cabin, he had a few puffs like a race horse at the finish, and this was his start, whatever it is big and strong and fast. 'Maybe it's a shark, "he concluded," no, "he went on to say," must be a Marlin, as in the Hemingway book? "Of course, he was guessing. Old Salomon maybe drank too much beer this day, as it has been doing all morning in the afternoon, but he does not dare to come over to get more out of the refrigerator, and even call his wife, he had but few of intoxication, but not quite, not quite drunk, no, not yet, even though he was sweating like a boxer in the tenth round of horse racing.
That was his main problem was a coward, luckily, the fish stopped to ponder for a moment, and it allowed old Salomon, catching his breath was close to hyperventilating its line of solid-like communities. In the meantime, he thought, what kind of fish it is, I'll do it in a trophy, certainly, that God sent, and the old sixty-two years old man was dreaming now. I mean, it was not his idea to catch a big fish, as was his brother Harry Tapia, who said the site, said there were some great swordfish this way, and he liked the meat of swordfish, it was a contest he grabbed a couple before, those with sixteen inch sword through the nose, and perhaps a few feet long and four or five hundred pounds, but it is surely this one was bigger, if indeed it was a swordfish, and if it was bigger well, if indeed, he could handle it? I mean, two caught before Harry was with him, helped him, clubbed fish, which was held firmly rod and reel for him. This pulled him closer to the bow, a few meters ahead. He looked at the left side of the boat, and then on the right side, and the fish did not go either way, there is an awful lot of loose line, he could have.
"I'll go to sleep," cried his wife, Rosalina, she had a lower berth, and the lower bunk.
"You will, you will, go to oo sl EEP, I've g ot G on E!" said Solomon, too erratic to answer any other way. She has only heard "... go to sleep ... (his voice was trembling, and low)," most of his messages gobbledygook, and what she could give, he proposed to her without consequence, and thus, she fell on sleep immediately. It was a tough woman, and the mattress sank near the floor, and she also had a few beers and so fast asleep.
Above, the summer heat was getting the old man a fish and he has not progressed one iota in the twenty minutes it was as if the fish got a sword stuck in the sand beneath it, because if the swordfish, if in reality it really was one, he would be irritated with him, without success, and probably had a furious mood for him now, his frustration and bad temper fish jumped at that very instant-the water, jumping several feet into the air, not several feet into the air, with its long straights and rounded body of law. And it would see it, even from a distance, clearly, it is those select heated eyes and brains, that only a few species in the sea is the origin of the eyes in this way allows to pry the edge and when the water hit his tail slapping and banging and bodies against the combined ship.
before it is even more yachts in the distance, reflecting from the mirror, and it is a high intensity for an old man, the sun brightly illuminating the way to let your rod and reel a bit, just a moment, and it fell halfway out her hands, like a fish jumped out of the water even higher, split water to fifty miles per hour, increasing to as high as a smaller building, it was a bleak moment for him mentally, wanting Harry was there, listening to the rustling wind in the afternoon with their ears, and palms sweaty, and he exclaimed: "Yes, oh yes, it is a swordfish!" But it was humongous, maybe sixteen feet long, perhaps, the 1500-kg clean fish, with forty-plus, a sword at the end of his nose, a huge cold-blooded predator
."You should not be so cleaver," murmured the old Salomon, loud trying to catch his fishing rod, that is, the part that the clutch is slipped from the hands down, "No," said the fish "escape let me be! not jump anymore, can not cope ...!" But it was followed by another kick and jump, almost pulling an old man over the edge of the bow (bow that was spoon, etc.), bouncing him like a toy loptu.Stvorenje the anger as something flammable, the old man found quite frightening, the creature's lack of emotion for the kill or maybe too much for revenge, so it seems, those warm eyes and brain, made him one hundred and twenty percent faster than without it, he was apologizing for his second just letting go of the grip it once had on a fishing rod, which helped him win the first round with the fish, but now hangs over the onion, loosely nastap fishing area, fish casually approached the ship to get a better view of the old man, old man, heart beating rapidly, he was not surprised to see him fish size up , only the uncertainty that the fish were all of a sudden felt something out of it, and then quickly broke the water with a solid blow slowly through the left side of the boat, and the old man's dismay, he dropped the rod out of fear, into the water, surprisingly, actually almost delicate and deliberately, as if he wanted to get rid of the pain and fear and puffing their hearts fish is created within it: "Where is Harry ...? he muttered, as he did not know.
heard swordfish changing its sleek body under the boat, I think it will appease his anger, the old man conjured in his mind, and on the meaning of the fish is closing in. Then there was the sound of a blow to the bottom of the boat, the fish is batting with his tail to see how strong it is testing. There is an old man standing, almost dazed, intimidation of the fish, he dared to go down after his wife up? If it was not possible to fish may do damage to the belly on the board? Is she in danger? If he did not, Rosalina might wake up and panic and fish hear her and then what was asked. Maybe he was trying to avoid, without interference,
But, if you do not ...?
But, if you do not ...?
...But, if you do not ...?
...I cried in the palms of their hands, "Please do not hurt my wife!" He clenched his fists and thinks Rosalina wake up and run, run, run ... He was frozen with fear, he said what he said, but he said in a whisper, as if the fish can hear, and he could not move, and now the fish is hitting the bottom of the boat harder and harder, his heart sank, and the ship rolled, rocked and rolled, side, and the cabin door locked, bolt out the door locked and Rosalina woke up, "Solomon!" she cried, "what's going on?" And before he could answer her, he actually turned, the plug their ears rather than the idea it could happen to him to go around the boot to the cabin, and down into the cabin area and unlock the door, fearing the fish will get it.
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