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Santiago is an old fisherman in Cuba. When he was young, he was very good and strong. He once competed with a black man in arm wrestling for a whole day and night, and finally defeated his opponent. In his later years, his experience and reaction were not as good as before. After his wife died, he lived alone in a simple hut by the sea.

Once upon a time, the old fisherman went fishing alone in a small boat. He fished for 84 days in a row but did not catch any fish. A boy named Manolin always stayed with him. But after a while, Manolin's parents thought that the old man was unlucky and asked the boy to take another boat out to sea. Sure enough, he caught three good fish in the first week. Every time the boy saw the old man return with an empty boat, he felt very sad and always helped him carry things.

Santiago is thin and gaunt, with wrinkles on the back of his neck and pimples on his face, but his eyes are as blue as the sea and he shows no sign of depression. He and the child are close friends regardless of age. The old man taught the child how to fish because the child loves him very much. Many fishermen in the village make fun of the old man because he can't catch any fish, but in Manolin's eyes, the old man is the best fisherman. They fish not only to make money, but also as a common hobby. The child prepares meals for the old man and comments on softball games with him. The old man especially admires softball player DiMaggio. He is the son of a fisherman, and although he has a bone spur on his heel, he plays baseball with great vigor. The old man thinks that he is old and his physical strength is not as good as that of a young man, but he knows many tricks of fishing and is very determined, so he is still a good fisherman.

The old man and the child agreed to go out to sea together the next day, which was the 85th day. After waking up in the middle of the night, he went to wake up the child in the moonlight, and the two of them took two boats and sailed to the sea of ​​their choice after leaving the harbor.

Before daybreak, the old man had already put down the bait. The belly of the bait contained the handle of the hook, and the protruding part of the hook was wrapped with fresh sardines. The bait smelled delicious.

As Santiago stared at the fishing line, he saw a green pole sticking out of the water sink rapidly into the water. He gently pinched the fishing line with the thumb and index finger of his right hand. Then the fishing line moved again, but the pulling force was not strong. The old man understood that a marlin was eating the sardines caught on the fishing line in the deep sea one hundred fathoms below. He felt the gentle tug below and was very happy. After a while, he felt something hard and heavy, and he concluded that it was a big fish. This aroused his determination to challenge it.

The old man first loosened the fishing line, then shouted loudly and used all his strength to reel in the fishing line, but the fish refused to give in easily. Instead of coming up an inch, it slowly swam away. The old man carried the fishing line on his back to increase the pulling force against the marlin, but it didn't work. He watched the boat drift to the northwest. The old man thought that the fish would soon die if it exerted too much force like this, but four hours later, the fish was still dragging the boat to the vast sea, and the old man was still pulling the fishing line on his back without slacking off. They were fighting.

At this time, the old man looked back and the land had disappeared from his sight. The sun was setting in the west and the sky was full of stars. Based on his observation of the stars, the old man made a judgment: the big fish did not change direction all night. It was cold at night, and the old man's sweat dried up. He felt cold all over. He put a sack under the fishing line on his shoulder to reduce friction, and then bent over and leaned on the bow, and he felt much more comfortable. In order to persist, he kept talking to the fish, the birds, and the sea, constantly recalling the past, and thinking of Manolin. He said to himself loudly: "It would be great if the child was here, so that he could help me and see all this."

It was very cold before dawn, and the old man leaned against the wood to keep warm. He thought that as long as the fish could hold out, so could I. He said loudly in a gentle tone: "Fish, as long as I am alive, I will fight you to the end." After the sun rose, the old man found that the fish was not tired yet, but the inclination of the fishing line showed that the fish might jump up, which was exactly what he wanted. He said: "Fish, I love you and respect you very much. But I must kill you before dark today." The fish began to be restless, and it suddenly pulled the boat and shook it. The old man touched the fishing line with his right hand and found that his hand was bleeding. After a while, his left hand cramped again, but he still tried his best to hold on. He ate a few slices of tuna to increase his strength to deal with the big fish.

Just then the line slowly rose and the fish finally emerged from the water. In the sunlight, it was bright and colorful. It was 18 feet long, bigger than his boat. Its bill was as long as a baseball bat and as sharp as a thin sword. As its sickle-like tail entered the water, the fishing line slid down quickly.

The old man and the big fish fought until sunset. The two sides had been fighting for two days and one night. The old man couldn't help but recall his experience of competing with a black man in Casalanca when he was young. They put their elbows on the chalk line on the table, with their forearms straight and their hands clenched, and they fought for a day and a night. After eight hours, a referee was replaced every four hours, so that they could take turns to sleep. Blood flowed from the fingernails of him and the black man. The fisherman who bet on the black man drank rum and used all his strength to push his hand down nearly three inches, but Santiago pulled his hand back to its original position and struggled to pull the black man's hand down at dawn the next day. From then on, he became the "champion" in people's minds.

The old man and the fish fought through the night and into the morning. The fish leaped twelve times and began to circle the skiff. The old man was dizzy and could only see the black speck moving before his eyes, but he held on to the line. When the fish came up to him, he dropped the line and stepped on it, then raised the harpoon high and plunged it into the fish. The fish leaped into the air, showing its beauty and power, and then fell into the water with a loud thump, splashing the old man and the skiff.

The fish turned upside down, its silvery belly turned up, and the blood from its heart dyed the blue sea red. The old man tied the big fish to the side of the boat and returned home victoriously. But more than an hour later, sharks smelled the blood of the big fish and followed to eat the fish. The old man saw the blue back of the first shark that swam over. He prepared the harpoon and killed the first shark. A few hours later, two more sharks approached the stern to bite the tail of the big fish. The old man tied a knife to the oar and killed the two sharks, but the knife broke in the subsequent fight, so he used a short stick instead. However, when the sharks came in groups in the middle of the night, he had no way to deal with them, but he insisted on fighting and even broke the rudder. In the end, the sharks ate up the old man's two days of hard work, leaving only the fish head and tail...

The boat sailed into the small harbor and the old man returned to his shack. After dawn, people saw a huge white fish spine beside the boat, and everyone was amazed at the old man Santiago.

The next morning, the child came to visit the old man. When he saw him sleeping soundly from exhaustion, he burst into tears. When the old man woke up, the child brought him a cup of steaming coffee. The two agreed to go fishing together in a few days. The child said he still had a lot to learn. After the child left, the old man fell asleep. He dreamed of African lions again...

This book tells the story of an old fisherman named Santiago from Cuba who went fishing alone. After 84 days of no catch, he caught an extremely huge marlin. This was a fish that the old man had never seen or heard of before, and it was two feet longer than his boat. The fish was big and strong, and it dragged the boat for two days and two nights. During these two days and two nights, the old man experienced a difficult test that he had never experienced before. He finally stabbed the big fish to death and tied it to the bow of the boat. However, he encountered a shark at this time. The old man fought a desperate battle with the shark, and the big marlin was eaten by the shark. In the end, the old man dragged home only a bare fish skeleton.