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The sailors, in tasselled caps of red worsted, were\r\ngetting the heavy tackles in readiness for the whales. But they worked\r\nrather slow and talked very fast, and seemed in anything but a good\r\nhumor. All their noses upwardly projected from their faces like so many\r\njib-booms. Now and then pairs of them would drop their work, and run up\r\nto the mast-head to get some fresh air. Some thinking they would catch\r\nthe plague, dipped oakum in coal-tar, and at intervals held it to their\r\nnostrils. Others having broken the stems of their pipes almost short\r\noff at the bowl, were vigorously puffing tobacco-smoke, so that it\r\nconstantly filled their olfactories.\r\n\r\nStubb was struck by a shower of outcries and anathemas proceeding from\r\nthe Captain’s round-house abaft; and looking in that direction saw a\r\nfiery face thrust from behind the door, which was held ajar from\r\nwithin. This was the tormented surgeon, who, after in vain\r\nremonstrating against the proceedings of the day, had betaken himself\r\nto the Captain’s round-house (_cabinet_ he called it) to avoid the\r\npest; but still, could not help yelling out his entreaties and\r\nindignations at times.\r\n\r\nMarking all this, Stubb argued well for his scheme, and turning to the\r\nGuernsey-man had a little chat with him, during which the stranger mate\r\nexpressed his detestation of his Captain as a conceited ignoramus, who\r\nhad brought them all into so unsavory and unprofitable a pickle.\r\nSounding him carefully, Stubb further perceived that the Guernsey-man\r\nhad not the slightest suspicion concerning the ambergris. He therefore\r\nheld his peace on that head, but otherwise was quite frank and\r\nconfidential with him, so that the two quickly concocted a little plan\r\nfor both circumventing and satirizing the Captain, without his at all\r\ndreaming of distrusting their sincerity. According to this little plan\r\nof theirs, the Guernsey-man, under cover of an interpreter’s office,\r\nwas to tell the Captain what he pleased, but as coming from Stubb; and\r\nas for Stubb, he was to utter any nonsense that should come uppermost\r\nin him during the interview.\r\n\r\nBy this time their destined victim appeared from his cabin. He was a\r\nsmall and dark, but rather delicate looking man for a sea-captain, with\r\nlarge whiskers and moustache, however; and wore a red cotton velvet\r\nvest with watch-seals at his side. To this gentleman, Stubb was now\r\npolitely introduced by the Guernsey-man, who at once ostentatiously put\r\non the aspect of interpreting between them.\r\n\r\n“What shall I say to him first?” said he.\r\n\r\n“Why,” said Stubb, eyeing the velvet vest and the watch and seals, “you\r\nmay as well begin by telling him that he looks a sort of babyish to me,\r\nthough I don’t pretend to be a judge.”\r\n\r\n“He says, Monsieur,” said the Guernsey-man, in French, turning to his\r\ncaptain, “that only yesterday his ship spoke a vessel, whose captain\r\nand chief-mate, with six sailors, had all died of a fever caught from a\r\nblasted whale they had brought alongside.”\r\n\r\nUpon this the captain started, and eagerly desired to know more.\r\n\r\n“What now?” said the Guernsey-man to Stubb.\r\n\r\n“Why, since he takes it so easy, tell him that now I have eyed him\r\ncarefully, I’m quite certain that he’s no more fit to command a\r\nwhale-ship than a St. Jago monkey. In fact, tell him from me he’s a\r\nbaboon.”\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFNR84A4MFDTF9ZTN0749XH4","peer_label":"The Pequod Meets The Rose-Bud","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KFNR84A4MFDTF9ZTN0749XH4","peer_label":"The Pequod Meets The Rose-Bud","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"partOf"},{"peer":"01KFNR81RMVAX2BBMMBW51V97D","peer_label":"Moby Dick; Or, The Whale","peer_type":"novel","predicate":"partOf"},{"peer":"01KFNR0H0Q791Y1SMZWEQ09FGV","peer_label":"Moby Dick","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KFNR89KTYDBGS1NFCAQ07WED","peer_label":"Chunk 3","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"},{"peer":"01KFNR89TD8B3NK6FCZN00S01N","peer_label":"Chunk 1","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-23T15:41:05.270Z","ts":"2026-01-23T15:41:17.648Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}