Santiago's 'The Alchemist'-Personal Narrative

It was early morning when me and Santiago walked down to the beach. He had woken me up a little time before. The day before I told Santiago that I wished I could go with him. But he told me to go with the lucky boats. He hadn't caught a fish in forty some days. I wanted to go but my father had forbid it. On the way down to the beach he told me that he was going far out to sea. I had always helped him carry his rigging or harpoon. Just like this morning. I was confident in him and that he could handle any fish or the sea.

After he left I went to my boat. We set sail and were off. I worked hard all day. I thought about Santiago too. I wondered if he had caught anything yet. The boat I was on had caught some tuna this morning. But in the afternoon it had slowed. I had finally got a rest. Just before but set we caught a shark. When we got back to shore I went to the dock. It was the dock that Santiago tied off to. I waited for along time. I started thinking about Santiago and knew that he would never be lost at sea. But I was still nervous.

I was all ready up. I had not slept at all. Before I went down to docks I checked Santiago's shack. He was not there. His boat was not at the dock. I got on my boat. I hated this boat. I wish Santiago was there. We went out but caught nothing all day. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I knew he had not died. He was to strong. Even though he