The old man was thin and gaunt with

The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its [9] reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert.
Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.
“Santiago,” the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the skiff was hauled up. “I could go with you again. We’ve made some money.”

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Orang tua adalah tipis dan kurus dengan kerutan dalam di belakang lehernya. Bercak coklat kanker kulit kebajikan matahari membawa dari bayangannya [9] di laut tropic berada di pipinya. Bercak berlari ke sisi wajahnya dan tangannya telah berkerut mendalam bekas luka dari penanganan ikan berat pada tali. Tapi tidak ada bekas luka ini yang segar. Mereka adalah setua erosi di padang gurun fishless. Segala sesuatu tentang dia sudah tua kecuali matanya dan mereka dengan warna yang sama sebagai laut dan ceria dan tak terkalahkan. "Santiago," anak itu berkata kepadanya ketika mereka menaiki bank dari mana helikopternya mengangkut. "Aku bisa pergi dengan Anda lagi. Kami telah membuat beberapa uang."