“But a man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.”

Man is not made for failure. A person can be destroyed, but not defeated

But, then, nothing is easy.

But then, nothing is easy.

It is silly not to hope, he thought.

It is silly not to hope.

Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.

Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.

Now is no time to think of what you do not have. What can you do with what you have?

But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.

But none of these scars were new. They are as old as eroded spots in a fishless desert. Everything about him seemed old except his eyes, which were as blue as the sea and cheerful and unwilling to admit defeat.

They were strange shoulders, still powerful although very old, and the neck was still strong too and the creases did not show so much when the old man was asleep and his head fallen forward.

These two shoulders are quite strange. The man is very old, but his shoulders are still strong and his neck is still the same. It was very strong, and when the old man fell asleep and his head drooped forward, the wrinkles were less obvious

His shirt had been patched so many times that it was like the sail and the patches were faded to many different shades by the sun.

His shirt was patched so many times that it looked like his sail. The patches were faded into many different shades by the sun.< /p>

The clouds over the land now rose like mountains and the coast was only a long green line with the gray blue hills behind it. The water was a dark blue now, so dark that it was almost purple

The clouds over the land now stand like hills, and only a long green line is left on the coast, with some gray-green hills behind it. The sea water is now blue, so deep that it is almost purple

The boy loved the old fisherman and pitied him. If Manolin had no money of his own, he begged or stole to make sure that Santiago had enough to eat and fresh baits for his lines. The old man accepted his kindness with humility that was like a quiet kind of pride.

The child liked and pitied the old fisherman. If Manolin didn't earn any money of his own, he would beg or steal to ensure that Santiago had enough food and fresh bait. The old man accepted the child's kindness humbly, with a certain hidden pride in his humility.

As the sun rose he saw other boats in toward shore, which was only a low green line on the sea.

As the sun rose, he saw other boats in toward shore, which was only a low green line on the sea. Head toward the coast. From the sea, the coast looks like a green belt close to the horizon.

The old man shivered in the cold that came after sunset. When something took one of his remaining baits, he cut the line with his sheath knife.

The cold that came after sunset. , the old man was shivering with cold. When one of his remaining baits was bitten, he cut the line with his sheathed knife.

Close to nightfall a dolphin took the small hook he had rebaited. He lifted the fish aboard, careful not to jerk the line over his shoulder.

At dusk, a dolphin swallowed He re-baited the small hook. He lifted the "fish" onto the board, being careful not to pull the line over his shoulder.

An hour later he sighted the first shark. It was a fierce Mako, and it came in fast to slash with raking teeth at the dead marlin. With failing might the old man struck the shark with his harpoon. The Mako rolled and sank, carrying the harpoon with it and leaving the marlin mutilated and bloody.

An hour later, he saw his first shark. This is a ferocious mako shark. It swam over quickly and tore at the dead marlin with its rake-like teeth. The old man used all his remaining strength to plunge the harpoon into the shark. The mako rolled and sank, taking the harpoon with it and biting the marlin to pieces and bleeding.

When the third appeared, he thrust at it with the knife, only to feel the blade snap as the fish rolled.

When the third shark appeared, he thrust at it with the knife, only to feel the blade snap as the fish rolled. Shark pokes away. The shark rolled and broke the knife.

But the old man thought only of his steering and his great tiredness. He had gone out too far and the sharks had beaten him. He knew they would leave him nothing but the stripped skeleton of his great catch.

The old man could only think about the helm and his own extreme fatigue. He went too far out to sea and the sharks defeated him. He knew the sharks would leave him nothing but the empty skeleton of a giant marlin.