“Then live a long time and take care of yourself,”the old man said.“ What are we eating?”
“I know.”
“I know it,”the boy said.“I'll be right back. Have another coffee.We have credit here.”
“We're different,”the old man said.“I let you carry things when you were five years old.”
“Good luck old man.”
“There is no such fish if you are still strong as you say.”“I may not be as strong as I think,”the old man said.“ But I know many tricks and I have resolution.”
“Come on and eat.You can't fish and not eat.”
“No.I know others better.”
“I think so.”
“Thank you.You make me happy.I hope no fish will come along so great that he will prove us wrong.”
“You ought to go to bed now so that you will be fresh in the morning.I will take the things back to the Terrace.”
“I have,”the old man said getting up and taking the newspaper and folding it.Then he started to fold the blanket.“Keep the blanket around you,”the boy said.You'll not fish without eating while I'm alive.
“I know.You told me.”
Usually when he smelled the land breeze he woke up and dressed to go and wake the boy.But tonight the smell of the land breeze came very early and he knew it was too early in his dream and went on dreaming to see the white peaks of the Islands rising from the sea and then he dreamed of the different harbors and roadsteads of the Canary Islands.