"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" (Hemingway 9).
"He was happy feeling the gentle pulling and then he felt something hard and unbelievably heavy. It was the weight of the fish and he let the line slip down, down, down, unrolling off the first of the two reserve coils" (Hemingway 43).
I feel a heavy fish on the line.
“He felt the line carefully with his right hand and noticed his hand was bleeding” (Hemingway 56).
I will stay until I catch the fish.
"The sun was rising for the third time since he had put to sea when the fish started to circle" (Hemingway 86).
I have almost caught the fish!
"Then the fish came alive, with his death in him, and rose high out of the water showing all his great length and width and all his power and beauty. He seemed to hang in the air above the old man in the skiff. Then he fell into the water with a crash that sent spray over the old man and over all of the skiff" (Hemingway 94).
"There was nothing more for them to eat" (Hemingway 119).