Moby Dick Page #10

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against each other like animals.

Anything is permitted on this ship.

You would do well to remember that.

Divide and rule, is that the way?

And so good order crumbles.

- Sir, I have heard Steelkilt speak...

- You are a foolish boy.

This has nothing to do

with a breach of discipline

and everything to do

with a damned white whale.

Ooh.

Get him, Mr. Stubb!

(Spits)

Come on, Michigan!

- Come on, Michigan.

- (Shouts of encouragement)

Get him, Steelkilt!

(Man) Oh!

- Give it to him, Mr. Stubb!

- Come on, Michigan!

(Both grunting, groaning)

- (Groans)

- (Man) That's it.

(Men exclaim)

(Grunting)

Oh! Enough!

When I say so, Mr. Starbuck!

Enough, Mr. Stubb.

(Thud)

There...

That was a fair fight, eh?

It's always a fair fight.

And we always win.

Throw some water over him, lads.

It isn't water he needs.

He needs a surgeon.

Sometimes dogs need kenneling,

Mr. Starbuck.

And mad dogs need restraint!

Any further grievances, Mr. Stubb?

No, sir.

And the leak is fixed, you say?

Yes, sir.

Then I trust you have no objections

if we continue on our business?

No, sir.

(Stubb) All right, lads,

let's get the poor bastard down below.

- Aye.

- Mind his head.

- Easy now.

- Gently, gently.

You all right, Queequeg?

Something wrong with...with...

with what happened to Steelkilt?

Queequeg. Well, he...

he kind of asked for it, right?

- Maybe we picked the wrong ship.

- What?

(Dagoo) We need help here!

Hey. Oh. Hey.

- OK, we...we got him.

- You sure?

Yeah.

(Queequeg) Dagoo, get blanket.

Water.

Just watch that twist.

Or Mr. Stubb will make us do it again.

(Wheezing, coughing)

You're not well, Queequeg.

(Coughing)

Boat.

(Starbuck) They're in formation.

They're doing a sweep.

Sir. Sir, a ship. Larboard bow.

It's the Rachel out of Nantucket.

Go and tell the captain.

They're looking for something.

Or someone.

(Speaking native language)

(Man) Captain Ahab!

Oh, thank God!

You're my last chance!

Thank God.

Thank God you're here.

(Ahab) We saw the flags on your ship,

Captain. How many men have you lost?

No, it's my son, sir. Tom.

I know him, Captain.

Fishiest boy in Nantucket.

He's a credit to you, sir.

He got a harpoon in the white whale...

and he just ran

to the northeast.

He didn't dive?

Oh, no. Run.

Run is the only word for it, sir.

- And then?

- And then he's gone, sir.

MY boy's gone.

Northeast, you say?

We in the Rachel head west,

and we take a course together,

we could comb the sea

between here and Java.

We are chasing the white whale.

That is where your son will be.

Is it? Sir, do we understand each other?

I'm concerned with my son.

It's the boat we're looking for, sir.

The lad would have out long ago.

Mr. Starbuck, please do not tell me

things I already know.

I know what we're looking for.

We're losing time.

No! You can't do this!

No, my son! Sir!

No, you can't do this!

It's my son!

I curse you, Ahab!

My SOD! My boy!

Why won't you help him?

(Rachel Captain) I beg of you! Please!

- I am!

- Please! Help me find my son!

What do you suppose will bring

that man more satisfaction...

if I return with the body of his dead child,

- or the head of his murderer'?!

- And when you find him, when you...

- when you kill Moby Dick...

- (Rachel Captain) I beg of you!

- ..If...if you kill Moby Dick...

- It will be over!

- (Rachel Captain) Captain Ahab!

- What are you teaching him?

How to act like a man!

Do you dare do as much?!

- You may live to regret that remark, sir.

- (Sighs)

(Rachel Captain) You can't do this.

I curse you and your damn ship!

I hope you rot in hell!

I hope you sink to the bottom!

May the hellfires of damnation

descend on you.

The captain's right, lad.

There's nothing to be done for the boy.

(Rachel Captain) I curse you, Ahab!

I curse you, you bastard.

Yeah.

Killing that bastard'll make us all feel better.

You mean the whale, right?

(Rachel Captain) Help me!

Now you're one of us.

Man the jibs!

(Rachel Captain shouting in distance)

(Rachel Captain)

You're going straight to hell.

(Ahab) The whale is to windward!

Pull her to windward!

I curse Captain Ahab!

Sail straight to hell!

(Dull rattling)

(inhales sharply)

(Rattling continues)

Put on more sail!

(Starbuck)

We have everything up there, Captain.

More canvas!

I tell you, sir, there is none!

Why are you looking at me like that,

Mr. Starbuck?

You know very well, Captain.

Blow, damn you!

Bloooow, damn you!

Bloooooow...

damn you!

Young Pip-

You think your captain crazy?

Hmm.

Will the whale perish, do you think?

Will he fade away from the earth, poor Pip?

Come here.

(Soft groaning)

(Man) I'm surprised it stopped

when it had the chance.

(Starbuck) Here's some water.

Ishmael!

Come down.

Damn heat.

(sighs)

How's he feeling?

You're relieved of your duties.

Sir, the captain said...

I'm aware what the captain said.

You're relieved.

Have some water.

(Coughs) Thanks.

(Coughing)

ls Pip gonna die?

ls Pip gonna die?

(Footsteps approach)

Welcome to the sick bay.

What are...

What are you doing'?

(Sighs) I'm measuring him for his coffin.

Queequeg?

Queequeg!

Still no wind.

No Moby Dick.

Queequeg die now.

No.

Queequeg, I'm not gonna let that happen.

(Dagoo) I rippin' me heart from the cage.

(Starbuck)

"All that I were as in months past...

"as in the days when God preserved me,

"when his candles shined upon my head

"and when by his light

I walked through darkness

"as I was in the days of my youth,

"when the secret of God

was upon my tabernacle,

"the blessing of him that was..."

Sir.

Sir, Queequeg thinks he's dying.

- I can't...I can't get him to drink anything.

- The whole ship is dying

because of your precious captain.

Is he not your captain also, sir?

I love the old man.

That's the heart of it.

But he has poisoned all your heads

with this war on Moby Dick.

(Coughing)

We all sick, Ishmael.

Got close to the white whale...

he cursed us all!

(Man, hushed) It's not Ahab's work.

It's Moby Dick's work.

"How still and peaceful is the grave

"where life's vain tumults past.

"The appointed house, thy heaven,

"receives us all at last."

You want this, don't you?

This life?

But you don't want Moby Dick, that white...

Oh, my captain...

I would like to see Nantucket again...

my old friend.

I don't know what it is or why.

But I keep pushing and crowding

and jamming myself on all the time.

We will die, sir.

We will die chasing that damn fish.

Have we not outwitted death

a thousand times, you and I?

Have we not split an oceanful of blood?

The smiling sky

and the unsounded ocean,

the great shroud of the sea,

rollin' on as it rolled

five thousand years ago.

We will sleep...

..on the field.

And my Mary...

waiting for me?

Let's head home.

This is my home.

(Ishmael) You can't die, Queequeg.

We have a whale to kill...

and we can't do it without you.

(Kicks coffin)

I'm here to read the last rites.

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