The Young Man and The Sea --
The Old Man of The Sea :
Thank Ye, lad.
A Young Man and A Fool :
Winslow.
Ephraim Winslow.
These last two weeks, I'd...
I'd like it if You'd Call Me
by My Name.
The Old Man of The Sea :
Listen to Ye, giving orders, lad.
A Young Man and A Fool :
Winslow.
The Old Man of The Sea :
All right, all right.
Suits me just as fine,
Ephraim Winslow.
So, what brung such a one
as Ye to this damned rock?
A Young Man and A Fool :
Such as what?
The Old Man of The Sea :
Pretty as a picture.
Only joshing, lad, only josh...
A Young Man and A Fool :
Winslow.
The Old Man of The Sea :
Winslow.
What brung Ye to this rock,
Ephraim Winslow?
What were yer work afore?
A Young Man and A Fool :
Timber.
The Old Man of The Sea :
Timber?
A Young Man and A Fool :
Big timber. Up North.
Canada ways.
The Old Man of The Sea :
Hudson Bay outfit?
A Young Man and A Fool :
The same.
The Old Man of The Sea :
True what they say?
"Forest as far as the eye can see"?
A Young Man and A Fool :
Yessir. Spruce, tamarack,
white pine.
"Bush," them folk
up there call it.
The Old Man of The Sea :
Had enough of trees,
that it, then?
A Young Man and A Fool :
Yes, sir.
The Old Man of The Sea :
Can't say I blame ye.
I hearn tell about that life.
Hard goin'.
Workin' one man harder
than two hosses, they say.
No thankee.
The Sea, she's the only
situation wantin' fer me.
A Young Man and A Fool :
Miss it?
The Old Man of The Sea :
Ain't nothing what can touch it.
But I can't... be draggin'
me old stump about.
Nay. Not worth the trouble...
Now I'm a Wickie
and A Wickie I is.
And I'm damn-well wedded
to this here Light,
and she's been a finer,
truer, quieter wife
than any alive-blooded woman.
A Young Man and A Fool :
Y'ever married?
The Old Man of The Sea :
Thirteen Christmases at sea...
Little 'uns at home.
She never forgave it.
'Tis fer the better.
Since we're getting too friendly,
Ephraim Winslow,
tell me, what's a timber man
want with being a wickie?
Not enough Quiet
for ye up North?
Sawdust itching yer nethers?
Foreman found ye
too high-tempered
for carrying an axe?
A Young Man and A Fool :
Like you said, I just had
enough of trees, I guess.
Since I left Dad,
I done every kind of work
that can pay a man.
Some I ain't near proud of.
The Old Man of The Sea :
Drifter, eh?
A Young Man and A Fool :
No, just... Can't find a post
I can take a real shine to,
so I keep movin' along.
And I ain't the kind to look back
at what's behind him, see.
The Old Man of The Sea :
On the run?
A Young Man and A Fool :
Now look here,
ain't nothin' wrong with a man
startin' fresh, startin' new,
just lookin' to earn A Living...
The Old Man of The Sea :
No...
A Young Man and A Fool :
Just like any man,
just wanna settle down
quiet-like with some earnings.
I read someplace that
a man could earn 630...
I read $1,000 a year
if he tends a light
far off shore.
The further away,
the more he earns.
I read that, and hell,
I says, “Work.”
Save my earnings.
Sometime soon
I'll raise my own roof,
somewheres up country,
with no one to tell me
"what for".
And that's all.
The Old Man of The Sea :
Same old, borin' story, eh?
A Young Man and A Fool :
Well, you asked.
Say, why is it bad luck
to kill a gull?
The Old Man of The Sea :
In 'em's the souls of sailors
what met their maker.
You a prayin' man, Winslow?
A Young Man and A Fool :
Not as often as I might.
But I'm God-fearin',
if that's what you're askin'.
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