Starbuck Secoal, Not Your Common Charcoal

Starbuck watched the pequod's tumultuous way, and ahab's as he went lurching along the deck. Some one thrusts these cards into these old hands of mine, swears that i must play them and no others. And damn me, ahab, but thou actest right, live in the game and die in it. But sea coal ashes, mind ye, that mister starbuck secoal, not your common charcoal. I have sat before the dense coal fire and watched it all aglow, full of its tormented, flaming life. And i have seen it wane at last, down down to dumbast dust. Old man of ocean's