The Unnecessariness of the Pequod, and That Whale Moby Dick

Cape of good hope? Do they call ye rather cape tormentoso, as of yore. For long, allured by the silences that before had attended us, we found ourselves launched into this tormented sea where guilty beings transformed into those fowls. Close to our bows, strange forms in the water darted hither and thither before us; thick in our rear flew the inscrutable sea ravens. And every morning, perched on our stays, rows of these birds were seen. They obstinately clung to the hemp as though they deemed our ship some drifting, uninhabited craft, and there for fit roosting place for their homeless selves. When the