He was crying in the boat when the fishermen picked him up, half crazy from his loss, and the sharks were still circling the boat. --Ernest Hemingway, On the Blue Water: A Gulf Stream Letter, 1936
It is maybe the oldest story we know about the waters off Cuba, and certainly the most familiar. A man fighting the sea and wresting from it a great victory: his honor. But Hemingway's old man had 80 years to prepare for his high-seas battle.
So there was something peculiarly awful about watching a parallel story of water, fate and power play itself out mercilessly...
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