Steelkilt, I Will Not Obey You, or Look to Yourself.

The lakeman warned off the foolish and fatuated man. But it was to no purpose. The predestined mate, coming still closer to him, where the lakeman stood fixed now, shook the heavy hammer within an inch of his teeth. He fell on the hatch, spouting blood like a whale. Ere the cry could go aft. Steel kilt was shaking one of the back stays leading far aloft to where two of his comrades were standing their mastheads. They are both canales, canalers, cried, don pedro. We have seen many whale ships in our harbors, but never heard of your canalers. Pardon, who and what are they