Moby Dick Page #3

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Come on board, lads.

Fair pay and no questions asked.

- Morning, Tom.

- How are you?

You, uh...You full?

Afraid so.

If you're looking to make some money,

try later when the Pequod sets up.

Word is Captain Ahab's still looking.

- Pequod?

- Pequod.

(Ishmael) We'll do that.

(Tom) Good luck.

Thanks.

(Lively chatter)

- Good evening, gentlemen.

- (Men) Evening.

We're here on behalf of the Pequod.

You, of all people, know the law, Mr. Bildad.

You can't come in here recruiting men

under the influence.

Needs must

when the devil drives, Mr. Coffin.

(Click)

Queequeg throw harpoon.

Ours is a Christian boat.

Uh...he's a Presbyterian.

(Bildad) We don't hire cannibals.

I have no objection to any man's religion,

so long as that man

pays me the same respect.

I show you.

(Barmaid) Come on, come on.

Hold on to me, now.

- (People exclaiming)

- (Queequeg) See whale'?

(Man) Watch out!

Whoa!

(Horse whinnies)

- (Man laughing)

- (2nd man) Never in all my life!

Now whale dead.

- You're hired.

- (Man) Did you see him throw that?

Ninetieth share of the profit.

Eighty-fifth.

(Bildad) Eighty.

Seventy-eight and a half.

Seventy-eight.

Call it 75th!

We'll take your friend, too.

So, what kind of share do I get?

You get a 777th.

That's all?

Read your Bible, boy.

(Bildad) It does not pay to be generous.

This would be your first time

on a whale ship?

Sir.

We're giving you an education.

(Coins rattling)

You'll be fairly done by, lad.

You have my word.

(Starbuck) All right, show me that.

Show me. Show me.

Guess we know

who's the senior partner now.

We share.

(Bildad) Captain Ahab will have you

homeward in two years with a ship full of oil!

(Knocking)

Come.

May I say something?

That depends what it is.

If it is "When will I be rid

of my brute of a husband," then yes.

If it is "Please don't go on this voyage,"

then, no, you may not say anything.

Come to church with me.

- If you must go to sea, then...

- If there is a God,

then I suspect I would anger him more

by a pretense of worship

than by choosing to ignore his existence.

(Bellows blowing, men chatting,

hammering)

(Starbuck) What do you think, Berth?

Do you think she'll float?

(Berth)

Yes, if we had another two weeks, sir

(Coughing)

(Caspian) Don't look ready to me, Papa.

(Ahab) Strong ship.

(Man, hushed) It's Ahab! Ahab!

I said I wanted her out tomorrow.

They're doing what they can, sir.

Why are you making excuses for them,

Mr. Starbuck?

Tomorrow.

You heard the captain!

Did we pick the right ship?

White oak. American. Good.

Yeah, we did.

J' Lowlands

J' Lowlands, away, my John

J' I dreamed a dream the other night

J' Lowlands

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