Merry Christmas
It was a cold Christmas. As the day turned into night, we found ourselves upon a wintry ocean. A freezing spray wrapped us in ice. Like the white ivory tusks of some huge elephant, giant, curving icicles hung from the ship's rails.
Once we had reached a distance from shore, the two owners' ork was done. A smaller boat, which had followed us out from Nantucket, pulled alongside to take Peleg and Bildad back to shore. The old sailors said their good-byes and wished us a safe journey.
"God bless ye, and keep ye, men," said Bildad. "I hope ye have fine weather. Don't forget thy prayers. Be careful in the hunt, mates. Watch that leak in the molasses jug..." On and on he went, until Peleg finally told him it was past time to go. I could see that these old sailors missed going to sea and were putting off returning to land as long as they could. As they climbed into the boat heading to shore, there were tears in the eyes of the two rough whale hunters.
The smaller boat slowly disappeared from sight. A screaming bird flew over us. We gave three cheers and slid into the lonely Atlantic seas.
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Moby Dick by Herman Melville
AdventureHold on to your hats and harpoons, ye landlubbers, and set your sails for the greatest sea yarn since Jonah. * A tale of daring, devils, and death, Moby Dick is one whale story! Come aboard the Pequod, hoist the anchor, and r...
