Moby Dick Page #2

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We've got another greenhorn, lads!

More easy pickings.

- Here, boy, it's the last ball.

- Oh, no, no, no.

Just give it your best shot, friend.

Come on, now, boys.

Let's get up now!

Let's go now! You stand there,

you'll be jigging on your grave!

(Man) Move!

(2nd man) Get out of the way!

(Laughter)

Oh!

Dagoo!

(Stubb) Ohhh!

(Stubb) You're in trouble now, boy!

Who threw the ball?

- (Bar falls silent)

- He did!

(Laughter)

Drinks on the greenhorn, boys!

(snarls)

- There you go, darling.

- (Man) Line 'em up and get 'em in.

(Landlord) All right, what'll it be?

Did you find your ship?

(Laughter)

I don't think I was

quite good enough for him.

There's nothing going at the moment.

Not for me, anyway.

Where you from?

Michigan.

Got any rooms?

You'll have to share.

That's fine. Who with?

He's not here.

He's, uh, off round town selling his head.

(Chuckles)

(Fiddle playing quietly)

(Man) Get that rod over there, will you?

(Grunts) Come on, lad.

You'd better be turning flukes.

Come on.

This'll be your first time, then?

Trying for a whale ship.

Oh. Y...Yes

Good luck, son.

(Chuckles)

(Door shuts,

landlord continues chuckling)

(Fire crackling)

(Footsteps)

(Chanting quietly in foreign language)

(Chanting)

(Gasps)

(Blows)

(Both scream)

- (Thud)

' (Laughter)

- Landlord! Help!

- Demon! Show yourself!

What's the matter?

You never said I was sharing with a...

- With a what?

- (Ishmael) With a... a cannibal.

Oh, don't worry.

He's already eaten.

(Landlord laughing)

Here, Queequeg,

you share with him. All right?

I share.

You...You tell him no...

no smoking in...in bed.

I think he understood the first time.

(Laughs)

(Door creaks and bangs)

(sighs)

This new second mate...

Mr. Stubb.

He's not from the island.

Talked to a man from New Bedford.

Said he's good. Lives for the kill.

Desperate to come out with you, Captain.

Mr. Flask has returned to us with his man.

Dagoo, yes.

It seems our last trip out

whetted their appetite.

And you, Mr. Starbuck?

On the voyage home last time...

- after the whale took your leg...

- You...

placed me...under restraint.

You said things in your fever.

I can't forget them.

What things?

About the white whale.

About death.

Your own death.

A man in pain will say anything.

(Man) What an extraordinary thing

to do to your face!

Queequeg, looking the way you do...

(Woman) Look. A sea monster!

..You ever get any...

- Trouble?

- (Woman) Oh, my goodness.

- Yeah.

- No.

Queequeg not have trouble.

(Man) Finbacks, right whales, spermaceti!

We take 'em all, gentlemen.

- Sail with Captain Pollard!

- You signing up, too?

Kills every whale he fastens to,

and that's a fact.

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