Moby Dick Page #7

That's my lads.

Wrack the oars off.

Lay into it.

Pull there, boys!

Pull, you green-faced posies!

Long and strong, men.

Shake your bones, men.

Break in two.

Moby Dick, show your trump.

Blister your lungs!

We'll dam off your blood for ye!

Pull soft now.

He's sounded.

Ship oars.

Rise now, ye white whale.

Show us your crooked jaw.

Show us your wrinkled brow.

Rise.

Those birds.

He rises!

In!

In and after him!

Ride!

Pull in!

Let the men go!

Pull in, men! Closer!

He'll not escape!

Thunder in hell! What's wrong with ye?

Damn ye!

Ye whale! Ye damned whale!

From hell's heart I stab at thee!

For hate's sake...

I spit my last breath at thee...

thou damned whale!

Away, no more of this.

Back to the Pequod. No more of this.

You see? Do you see?

Ahab beckons.

He's dead, but he beckons.

In after him!

After him!

After that devil?

Moby Dick's no devil. He's a whale.

A monstrous big whale, aye,

but a whale, no more.

And we're whaling men, no less.

We do not turn from whales. We kill them.

We'll kill Moby Dick!

Pull!

Ye heard Mr. Starbuck, didn't ye?

Didn't ye?

Be ye whaling men or no?

Pull, ye sheep-heads. Pull!

Ye should not have come back,

ye grinning whale.

We're cutting new mouths

in ye to grin with.

The coffin.

Drowned Queequeg's coffin

was my life buoy.

For one whole day and night...

it sustained me

on that soft and dirge-like main.

Then a sail appeared.

It was the Rachel.

The Rachel,

who in her long melancholy search...

for her missing children found...

another orphan.

The drama 's done.

All are departed away.

The great shroud of the sea...

rolls over the Pequod, her crew...

and Moby Dick.

I only am escaped, alone...

to tell thee.

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