About this story
Queequeg, fevered, orders his own elm coffin, then recovers, and the carpenter caulks the box and slings it at the stern for a life-buoy. Out of the fog the Rachel's captain begs sixty hours to comb the water for his son; Ahab sails on. Ninety-five chapters carry the Pequod to the third day, the vortex, and one man kept afloat by the elm.
Who you’ll meet
Queequeg, the harpooner you encounter at the Spouter-Inn, and Peter Coffin. You play Ishmael.
How it opens
Whenever the city pressed too closely, you found your feet carrying you toward water.
November sharpened Manhattan's wind and turned every wharf rope rigid with cold.
Dock SailorYou have studied that tide long enough to owe it an answer.
Dock SailorMerchant berth, naval coat, or passenger ticket this time?
Street WatchmanHe has the look of a man choosing the cheapest cure.
Choose
I mean to ship as an ordinary hand.
A whaler may take me farther than trade.