An old Cuban fisherman named Santiago had gone fishing for eighty-four days in the Gulf Stream and still had no catch. He had become the laughingstock of his village. His apprentice Manolin, a boy, accompanied him half throughout his journey although his parents ordered him to transfer boats because of their belief the Santiago is unlucky. Yet still, the boy helped Santiago bring in his boat every day.
He then mentioned to Manolin that tomorrow, he will go far out to the Gulf and fish. As a reflex, Manolin suggested that he would have his boat near Santiago so he will be able to help him pull out his catch. That night they dined at Santiago's rusty old shack, with only a bed, a table, and a chair on a dirt floor. Manolin prepared their food, which were taken from the Terrace. Both continued talking about Baseball. Then the boy brought up the topic of Santiago being the greatest fisherman.
Santiago accepted the compliment but denied the truth of Manolin's statement, stating that he knew better fisherman than himself.
Santiago dreamt of Africa that evening, where he journeyed as a shipmate in his childhood. The following day, Santiago woke up from his bed covered with old newspapers and a pillow made by his rolled up trousers with other old newspapers. He bear footedly walked to the boy's house and woke him up. Both headed back to his house to retrieve his fishing materials and proceeded to a place where they drank coffee. Manolin fetched sardines for the old man and wished him luck as he returned.
The old man left early in the morning. He enjoyed his early sail, passing by a drop seven hundred fathomed deep well where shrimp, fish and squid gather together, and seeing fishes...