Santiago The Marlin Monologue

“The most painful goodbyes are the ones that were never said and never explained.” Good morning to all. I am Manolin, Santiago’s apprentice. Santiago is not only my mentor but my friend. Santiago and I were always together from whence I was five years old. I always looked out for him even in his final days. I remember our last conversations and the days leading up to his fishing trip. My father made me leave Santiago and forced me to go on another fisherman’s boat because of Santiago’s unluckiness. I was unhappy with their decision but I obeyed neither the less. But I still checked up on him. I met up with him a day before his last fishing trip. We talked a bit about the fisherman I was working with now and my father’s decision. I
The old man still went out and fish even after eighty-four consecutive days with catching a fish. He could have given up. He could have let the fishermen’ insults get to him. But no. He decided to go out and further that he has been before. He caught a blue marlin. The marlin dragged him out farther and farther until he couldn’t see Havana’s city lights. He could have just let the marlin go and catch something else. But he knew that what he caught was something great. So he pushed through all the pain and suffering to pursue his dream. How can we ever achieve our goals if we don’t pursue them? We have to work hard. Hardships, misfortunes, and woes cannot stop
He was an amazing fisherman. He accomplished so much; more than any fishermen in the village. Fishermen who taunted and teased now praised and respected him. Everyone in the village only respected him until he caught the marlin but I did way before that. I knew and admired his skills since I was five years old. I grew up watching him and perfecting his skill out on the Gulf of Mexico. I’ve seen him succeed and I have seen him fail. The old was a father to me; he wasn’t just a mentor. We were companions until the end. He told while he out at sea, he kept saying to himself he wished I was there. When I heard that, I wept and wept. When the news that Santiago died, I couldn’t believe it. I was in denial. So much that I went to his guano to tell him about it. But I realized he wasn’t there. I cannot believe this day has come. I love Santiago. Hope you are in fields of Africa running with