But you enjoyed killing the dentuso,he thought.He lives on the live fish as you do.He is not a scavenger nor just a moving appetite as some sharks are.He is beautiful and noble and knows no fear of anything.
“Don't think,old man,”he said aloud.“Sail on this course and take it when it comes.”
I have no understanding of it and I am not sure that I believe in it.Perhaps it was a sin to kill the fish.I suppose it was even though I did it to keep me alive and feed many people. But then everything is a sin. Do not think about sin.It is much too late for that and there are people who are paid to do it.Let them think about it.You were born to be a fisherman as the fish was born to be a fish.San Pedro was a fisherman as was the father of the great DiMaggio.
The next shark that came was a single shovel-nose.He came like a pig to the trough if a pig had a mouth so wide that you could put your head in it.The old man let him hit the fish and then drove the knife on the oar down into his brain. But the shark jerked backwards as he rolled and the knife blade snapped.
The old man made the sheet fast and jammed the tiller. Then he took up the oar with the knife lashed to it.He lifted it as lightly as he could because his hands rebelled at the pain. Then he opened and closed them on it lightly to loosen them.He closed them firmly so they would take the pain now and would not flinch and watched the sharks come.He could see their wide,flattened,shovel-pointed heads now and their white-tipped wide pectoral fins.They were hateful sharks, bad smelling,scavengers as well as killers,and when they were hungry they would bite at an oar or the rudder of a boat.It was these sharks that would cut the turtles'legs and flippers off when the turtles were asleep on the surface, and they would hit a man in the water,if they were hungry,even if the man had no smell of fish blood nor of fish slime on him.