“Very well, Manolin,” the old mad said. “I feel confident today” “So do I” the boy said.” Now
I must get your sardines and mine and your fresh baits.” “I’ll be right back,” the boy said “Have another coffee. We have credit here.” The old man brank coffee slowly .It was all he would have all day and he knew that he should drink it. For a long time now eating had bored him and he never carried a lunch. He had a bottle of water in the bow of the skiff and that was all he needed for the day. The boy was back now with the sardines and the two baits, and they went down to the skiff, feeling the pebbled sand under their feet. They lifted the skiff and slid her into the water. ”Good luck, old man” “Good luck,” the old said. He fitted the rope lashing forward, he began to row out of the harbor in the dark .There were other boats going out to sea and the old man heard the dip and push of their oars even though he could not see them.