Starter, Tashtego, Starter. Tash, My Boy.

Stubb, the boat's pilot, huffed out smoke from his pipe as he encouraged his men to start. The harpoon was hurled stern all the oarsman backed water and at the same moment something went hot and hissing along every one of their wrists. It was the magical line. And thus, with oars and yells, the keels cut the sea.