As the man is lying in bed dreaming of the king of the
beasts, his beautiful friend the marlin has been reduced to
mere harbor trash:
“That afternoon there was a party of tourists
at the Terrace and looking down in the water among the
empty beer cans and dead barracudas a woman saw a great
long white spine with a huge tail at the end that lifted and
swung with the tide….” (126).
The tourists, upon inquiring
about the remnants of the great fish, are erroneously, through
the loss of translation, informed that it was a shark.
Both the
old man and the fish's existence remain anonymous to the
outside world.
Their great epic battle that nearly killed both
of them left no impression on the world.
It was just another
example of man’s inability to control the world around him.