Day 4 Summary
As the sun rises for the third time, Santiago begins to coil the rope as the marlin circles. The fish slowly makes large circles and is making steady progress upward. The sweat pours from the old man, and he is determined that he will not “fail myself and die on a fish like this.” He promises a hundred more Hail Marys and a hundred Our Fathers but he cannot say them now. He is not as strong as he would like to be; he is tired and a bit faint, but he knows the fish is tiring, too.
The marlin’s circle brings him near the boat, and Santiago cannot believe it is so big. The fish is now circling only thirty yards away. The old man knows he will be able to harpoon his brother the marlin soon, and he reminds himself to be “calm and strong.” He is finally able to get the fish on its side for a brief moment, but it is not enough. Again he asks the fish not to kill him, even though the fish must die. On the next pass, the marlin again rolls to his side and again recovers to circle again. Santiago knows this fish is his brother and theirs is a noble battle:
He took all his pain and what was left of his strength and his long gone pride and he put it against the fish’s agony.
The great marlin finally comes to rest by the side of the boat, and Santiago impales it with his harpoon. The fish displays one last surge of life, leaping into the air, but when he comes to a stop he floats, belly up. Santiago is exhausted and faint and in pain, but he has won this battle. Now the “slave work” begins, as the fish must be lashed to the boat for transport back home, which is no easy feat because the fish is longer than the boat. The old man wishes the boy were here. Santiago wants to take a moment to touch him, not just because this fish will make him rich but because he feels as if they are somehow one. Santiago knows DiMaggio would be proud of him; he has no bone spurs but his back and hands are not good.
The fish has been lashed to the skiff, and the old man hoists the sail to head home. He is hungry, so he shakes some shrimp off some Gulf weed and eats them for nourishment. On the journey back Santiago wonders if this was all real, then he sees the fish and feels his sore back and hands and he knows this was no dream. An hour later the first shark arrives.
It is a Mako shark, which will not easily be stopped. Santiago prepares the harpoon, though the rope is short because he had to us it to secure the fish. The shark bites the meat just above the marlin’s tail, and the old man harpoons him precisely where he knows the brain is. Santiago throws the harpoon with “complete malignancy,” and the shark sinks to the ocean floor, taking the rope and the harpoon with him. However, the old man knows his bleeding fish will now attract others. The Mako’s bite took forty pounds from the great fish, and Santiago is saddened by the gash in his brother the marlin. Now he wishes it had all been a dream and that he had not caught...
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