The Old Man And The Sea 소설 & 이야기

June 5th, 1990 An old man walked by wearing a Speedo swimsuit that left nothing to the imagination. You've got guts, dude, I thought, and then snickered in my head. Yup. You’ve got guts- and that's the problem! The man continued to strut up the beach, but my eyes didn't follow him. I was pretending to read a book, laying on my stomach facing the ocean, but really I was just people watching. I had read the same paragraph four times and hadn't turned the page yet. The tourists were just too interesting.

After all, the old man saved his life, so he still reminded him out of kindness, “Elder, this move is very powerful. Be careful!” Nevertheless, the old man did not seem to pay attention at all. Seeing this, Andrius hardened his heart and launched the Doom Cannon. Swoosh! Just as the powerful shot was about to land, the old man flicked another strand of sword energy which shattered the Doom Cannon’s attack. It was completely anticlimactic. Andrius felt a surge of defeat. This old man was truly unimaginable and unfathomable. “With your strength...” After three moves, the old man shook his head disdainfully. “I’m afraid you’ll end up in the jaws of the sea beasts as soon as you step off this is

A blind man was holding am empty tin can. He extended his arms from where he was sitting that the passers by, at their, he could collect some for his upset stomach. But, it seemed that no one had cared. It seemed that he was not the only blind in the world. It seemed that that the world had a bunch of blind eyes Near the bum, an Old man stood. His back slouched a bit of weary for the days of fishing. All his days were spent in the rivers with his nets. If not, the port was his place of trade. In his list, he had enough reasons to pass for a retirement

"By the way, I've worked hard to seek justice for you. No matter what happens, at least I won't regret it." She smiled. "I've heard that all seas in the world are connected. So, this time next year, I'll be seeing you from a different beach." She looked at the sea one last time before turning around. What she saw sent chills down her back. Even through her cap, she could see a figure coming down from the yacht. It was Wyatt! She instinctively turned around. At the exact moment, Wyatt, who was coming down from the yacht, stopped in his tracks. He had an odd feeling which made him look up to see someone turning around.

The person you're facing right now thinks it's a good idea to play with others peoples lives and also has the audacity to drag them into what's suppose to be their own business. Well he's wrong. You're gonna prove him wrong. The sky is a widow’s sky, bedarkened and weeping. The clouds are churlish and kraken-cruel. They cough out great gouts of water and thunking balloons of sopping moisture. It teems down in a biblical deluge, flooding the rivers, drowning the fields and overflowing the dams. It is a Noah’s-Ark cataclysm of rain, an unending cataract of water sluicing from the sky.

Every time he speaks it makes my insides melt a little more with nervousness. He turns to walk out, then turns back, “ Are you comfortable?” Just wishing he would go now so I can gather the last of my self respect and bury my head under the covers for the rest of the day. I reply, “yes, thank you”. That seems to appease him and he smiles that lovely smile of his and turns and leaves me to ponder on how I actually got to be here, on an Alaskan mountain, during the biggest snow storm of the century, with a woman doctor and her sheriff husband, and this enticingly good looking Alaskan mountain man, without my sister?

Hence, the engagement banquet went ahead as planned. No one could have imagined it would be the last celebration I ever attended alive. Three hours after the banquet ended, I was stuffed into a sack and thrown into the ocean.