Novel & Cerita The Old Man And The Sea

“When my mom died… this place became too loud. Every board creaked like her voice. Every gust of wind sounded like her humming. I couldn’t take it.” I didn’t know what to say to that. So I reached down and picked up a dusty book from the stack beside the couch. The Old Man and The Sea. “You really weren’t lying,” I said, flipping it open and revealing handwritten notes in the margins. His handwriting — sharp and deliberate. “You actually read these.” He gave me a sideways glance. “You sound surprised.” “I am. You just… don’t seem like the kind of guy who reads Hemingway.” “What kind of guy do I seem like?” he asked, voice calm, but something sharpened beneath

Lisa sighed and uttered a short prayer for the soul of the old man. Lisa’s thoughts wandered to Toto’s notebook as she recalled the old man’s wrinkled hands grasping the object affectionately. The old man talked about his own experiences at the Devil’s Sea and said that he was going to write about Orsica. The island in the middle of the Devil’s Sea where Jon was at the moment.

The old man suddenly asked. "Yes." Samuel looked at the old man strangely. The old man rushed down from the door in a few steps. He pulled Samuel and looked up at the sea anxiously. "You can't go out, you can't go out. There are fierce beasts on the sea. If you go there, you won't be able to come back." Yvonne and Samuel looked at each other strangely. The old man sighed heavily. Originally, the small fishing village had always relied on the sea to eat and fish to make a living. They had lived for several generations and were not very rich, but they lived a stable life.

’ He argued with the old man. James Alfred was just smiling, and then said, ‘actually you’re right. I actually wrote in the book that Captain Casablanca died. Truly, he died. I mean, he slept off awhile, but not dead. After the wreckage of my ship, my body was floating on the sea, it was a group of fishermen, fishing that saw my lifeless body on a plank, floating on the sea, that rescued me. They took me into their ship and revived me back. I wasn’t totally died. They gave me food to eat, and from that moment, I had a changed of mind. I had been living my life in destruction all the while. I joined the fishermen crew, and became a fisherman. Can you imagine the numbers of life that was lost

“We would love to know stories about the island from a man who has lived here for that long.” The old man smiled, “Alright. Can you help me sit young man?” He asks Harry. “Of course.” Harry stands right away. He carefully assists the old man in sitting down with us in the sand. I watch as the old man gently placed is cane next to his lap while he kept his eyes on the blazing bonfire. The old man smiled while watching the bonfire, “My name is Cortèz.” “My name is Harry.” Harry answers as he extends his hand to Cortèz to be polite but the old man, who’s just staring at the bonfire, didn’t accept. Harry looks back at me as he pulled his hand away from the man. “Uh, this is Merry.”

“Those aren’t fish you’re feeding, miss.” My ears still seem to be functioning properly. With my head hanging over one side, I can all at once make out that the bloodless whiteness under the water is in fact a field of corpses packed shoulder to shoulder. Despite the boatman’s warning, I disgorge more of yesterday’s dinner. My eyes are tearing and my last meal is dripping down from my mouth in stringy bits. The old man laughs as he rows with powerful, fluid strokes. I wipe my lips with the back of my hand. “Who are you and what is this place?”

She spoke slowly and calmly to lead him, “You're on a dock, doing what you usually do. You're surrounded by many familiar fishermen friends and freshly salvaged seafood. Now, you see a little girl about three or four years old. She's walking alone… Where did she go? Who did she go with?” The old man slowly spoke. “She… she went that way…” “Which way? Are there any familiar buildings or familiar things in the direction she went?” “It’s…” The old man moved his lips, but he couldn’t say a word. It seemed like it had been too long, and he couldn’t remember it. “It’s okay. You feel the comfortable sea breeze and have a good sleep.” Ellen let the old man drift into a deep sleep, then got up, walke

then I dropped my gaze to those collections of garbage he was carrying behind him. "Of course, my Lady. As long it will not hurt my feelings. Please, throw your question whatever that is." The old man chuckled. He then dropped those black garbage bags he was carrying to the ground and heaved a prolonged sigh. "Umm... Do you know someone who owns a boat? I mean I wanted to rent a boat for island hopping." I've been thinking about that before Jasper and I reached the beach. The old man suddenly dragged his gaze somewhere far away heading to the deep wide blue ocean in front of us. He even zoomed in the glimpse of his eyes when they intended to close and wrinkled shortly.

He sighted an old man sitting alone on a bench. "Come with me.” Scorpion instructed his goons. They got to the old man and Scorpion ordered one of his men to hit him and he did. The man groaned in pains. "What do you want from me?” He cried out. Scorpio nodded at his goons and they started throwing punches at the old man. He tried to dodge the blows but he was too weak. His loud cries attracted Speedy’s attention and he watched scorpion's men beating up an old mam.

(Privileged Middle Age man) “Go to hell you old baby!…do you think it was easy to eat seafood’s?…these old man has been long craving that luxurious delicacy his whole life…Now that, that opportunity is before my eyes..there is no way I am missing that chances!…JUST SAY YES!..god damn it!!!..”.(Gentlemen Old guy)