"That’s right. I’m Ahab, motherfuckers.’”
Ishmael notes that islanders seem to make the best whalers.
A hand-wrought nail that will hold a frickin’ board into another board for a thousand years.
Brave men are dangerous!
He casts aside your… petty—yeah! What if he brought this into a workshop?
Three people can’t fix a lamp together at the same time!
But they… their tender feelings for the arduous journey remain.
Ishmael sees… four or five mysterious shadowy figures slipping through the mist, and…
He says, “Ohhh…! You guys signed on t—for that voyage?”