"He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. In the first forty days a boy had been with him. But after forty days without a fish the boy's parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week. It made the boy sad to see the old man com in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast" (Hemingway 9).
The old man was getting ready to go fishing and the boy was helping him. "The boy was back now with the sardines and the two baits wrapped in a newspaper and they went down the trail to the skiff, feeling the pebbled sand under their feet, and lifted the skiff and slid her into the water" (Hemingway 27). The boy wished the man old luck and then the old man went out to sea to try and catch a fish.
The old man had been out at sea for little when he finally felt someting on one of his fishing lines. "Just then, watching his line, he saw one of the projecting green sticks dip sharply. 'Yes,' he said" (Hemingway 41). The old man hooked a fish!
The fish started circling him. "The old man dropped the line and put his foot on it and lifted the harpoon as high as he could and drove it down with all his strength, and more strength he had just summoned, in to the fish's side just behind the great chest fin that rose high in the air to the altitude of the man's chest. He felt the iron go in and he leaned on it and drove it further and then pushed all his weight after it." (Hemingway 93-94). He had killed the fish. After a long three days at sea with the fish, he finally caught it.
About an hour after catching the fish, sharks started to come up to the old man's boat. "He had come up from deep down in the water as the dark cloud of blood had settled and dispersed in the mile deep sea" (Hemingway 100). The old man had to kill all of the sharks or at least scare them away to protect the fish. The fish did get a little ruined along the way.
The old man finally came home. It took him a while to get back to his shed because he didn't feel great. Eventually he made it back and fell asleep. "Up the road, in his shack, the old man was sleeping again. He was still sleeping on his face and the was sitting by him watching him" (Hemingway 127)