The White Whale Is Mine

Fate reserved the de bloom for me. I only none of ye could raise the white whale first. He's going to sound in. Stunsails down, top, gallant sails. Stand by. Three boats. Mister starbuck, remember, stay on board and keep the ship helm there. So steady, man, steady. There go. Flukes. No, no, only black water. All ready. The boat's there. Lower me, mister starbuck. Lower, lower, quick, quicker. And he slid through the air to the deck. A pale death glimmer lit up fadalas sunken eyes. Cannot have seen the ship yet. Be dumb