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Santiago Monologue

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I live in a small fishing village near Havana, Cuba. As the name implies, it is a popular hotspot for many fisherman to go out and fish. Over the years while living here, I have developed a close bond to a friend/old man that goes by as “Santiago.” Santiago has educated me about many things in life like fishing. A form of entertainment, but passion for him. Santiago is a fisherman himself. A rather unlucky fisherman to be exact. He has went out to fish eighty three times but with each time, he has also came back with an empty hook. Every day, as I went out to “the Terrace” other fisherman teased and made fun of how Santiago had no skill in fishing. My parents weren't on board with the idea of me fishing with him also because of how “salao” …show more content…

I decided to get some coffee and catch some sardines for both of us. (As that would have been my morning supper and his meal for the day.) We were talking more about baseball as Santiago and I were trying to awaken our tired bodies. After supper was over, Santiago was planning to go out fishing again. I offered to help him, but he said no thank you. (Usually I get the same response so I didn’t bother asking again.) I saw Santiago with his skiff and bait in his hands ready to go. Before Santiago departed, I always predict if he would come back with a fish. It was always a solid no. However, this time around, I don’t know if it was the coffee, but I got a weird feeling about something and couldn’t particularly answer my …show more content…

I kind of watched the man because I noticed a strange bird circling over him. I wasn’t really close enough so I couldn’t tell what was over Santiago's skiff. I went back inside to my house because it was starting to get little humid. Still, I don't know what it was, but I still had this funny feeling in me. I decided to see if I could sleep it off. The next day, I woke up to see if Santiago was back home and to my surprise, he wasn’t. Usually he’s back by night time. I chose not to think too much of it too much because I still had to go on with my day. After school, I went to check Santiago’s house, and still no one was there. Seeing how old and weak Santiago was, I started to get a bit worried again. I think this funny feeling I had the other day was finally getting back to

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