They were each over three feet long and when they swam fast they lashed their whole bodies like eels. The old man was sweating now but from something else besides the sun. On each calm placid turn, the Santa’s Favorite CNA Christmas Elf Sweatshirt fish made he was gaining line and he was sure that in two turns more he would have a chance to get the harpoon in.  But I must get him close, close, close, he thought.
I mustn’t try for the head. I must get the Santa’s Favorite CNA Christmas Elf Sweatshirt heart. “Be calm and strong, old man,” he said. On the next circle, the fish’s beck was out but he was a little too far from the boat. On the next the circle he was still too far away but he was higher out of the water and the old man was sure that by gaining some more line he could have him alongside. He had rigged his harpoon long before and its coil of light rope was in a round basket and the end was made fast to the bitt in the bow. The fish was coming in on his circle now calm and beautiful looking and only his great tail moving. The old man pulled on him all that he could to bring him closer. For just a moment the fish turned a little on his side. Then he straightened himself and began another circle.
“I moved him,” the Santa’s Favorite CNA Christmas Elf Sweatshirt old man said. “I moved him then.” He felt faint again now but he held on the great fish all the strain that he could. I moved him, he thought. Maybe this time I can get him over. Pull, hands, he thought. Hold up, legs. Last for me, head. Last for me. You never went. This time I’ll pull him over.  But when he put all of his efforts on, starting it well out before the fish came alongside and pulling with all his strength, the fish pulled partway over and then righted himself and swam away. Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea 26 “Fish,” the old man said. “Fish, you are going to have to die anyway.