The breeze was steady.It had backed a little further into the northeast and he knew that meant that it would not fall off.The old man looked ahead of him but he could see no sails nor could he see the hull nor the smoke of any ship. There were only the flying fish that went up from his bow sailing away to either side and the yellow patches of gulf-weed.He could not even see a bird.
What can I think of now?He thought.Nothing.I must think of nothing and wait for the next ones.I wish it had really been a dream,he thought.But who knows?It might have turned out well.
“Ay,”the old man said.“ Galanos.Come on Galanos.”