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Strange, that I, who have handled so many deadly\r\nlances, strange, that I should shake so now. Loaded? I must see. Aye,\r\naye; and powder in the pan;—that’s not good. Best spill it?—wait. I’ll\r\ncure myself of this. I’ll hold the musket boldly while I think.—I come\r\nto report a fair wind to him. But how fair? Fair for death and\r\ndoom,—_that’s_ fair for Moby Dick. It’s a fair wind that’s only fair\r\nfor that accursed fish.—The very tube he pointed at me!—the very one;\r\n_this_ one—I hold it here; he would have killed me with the very thing\r\nI handle now.—Aye and he would fain kill all his crew. Does he not say\r\nhe will not strike his spars to any gale? Has he not dashed his\r\nheavenly quadrant? and in these same perilous seas, gropes he not his\r\nway by mere dead reckoning of the error-abounding log? and in this very\r\nTyphoon, did he not swear that he would have no lightning-rods? But\r\nshall this crazed old man be tamely suffered to drag a whole ship’s\r\ncompany down to doom with him?—Yes, it would make him the wilful\r\nmurderer of thirty men and more, if this ship come to any deadly harm;\r\nand come to deadly harm, my soul swears this ship will, if Ahab have\r\nhis way. If, then, he were this instant—put aside, that crime would not\r\nbe his. Ha! is he muttering in his sleep? Yes, just there,—in there,\r\nhe’s sleeping. Sleeping? aye, but still alive, and soon awake again. I\r\ncan’t withstand thee, then, old man. Not reasoning; not remonstrance;\r\nnot entreaty wilt thou hearken to; all this thou scornest. Flat\r\nobedience to thy own flat commands, this is all thou breathest. Aye,\r\nand say’st the men have vow’d thy vow; say’st all of us are Ahabs.\r\nGreat God forbid!—But is there no other way? no lawful way?—Make him a\r\nprisoner to be taken home? What! hope to wrest this old man’s living\r\npower from his own living hands? Only a fool would try it. Say he were\r\npinioned even; knotted all over with ropes and hawsers; chained down to\r\nring-bolts on this cabin floor; he would be more hideous than a caged\r\ntiger, then. I could not endure the sight; could not possibly fly his\r\nhowlings; all comfort, sleep itself, inestimable reason would leave me\r\non the long intolerable voyage. What, then, remains? The land is\r\nhundreds of leagues away, and locked Japan the nearest. I stand alone\r\nhere upon an open sea, with two oceans and a whole continent between me\r\nand law.—Aye, aye, ’tis so.—Is heaven a murderer when its lightning\r\nstrikes a would-be murderer in his bed, tindering sheets and skin\r\ntogether?—And would I be a murderer, then, if”—and slowly, stealthily,\r\nand half sideways looking, he placed the loaded musket’s end against\r\nthe door.\r\n\r\n“On this level, Ahab’s hammock swings within; his head this way. A\r\ntouch, and Starbuck may survive to hug his wife and child again.—Oh\r\nMary! Mary!—boy! boy! boy!—But if I wake thee not to death, old man,\r\nwho can tell to what unsounded deeps Starbuck’s body this day week may\r\nsink, with all the crew! Great God, where art Thou? Shall I? shall\r\nI?—The wind has gone down and shifted, sir; the fore and main topsails\r\nare reefed and set; she heads her course.”\r\n\r\n“Stern all! Oh Moby Dick, I clutch thy heart at last!”\r\n\r\nSuch were the sounds that now came hurtling from out the old man’s\r\ntormented sleep, as if Starbuck’s voice had caused the long dumb dream\r\nto speak.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFNR85HB8J447E0DZTW7DRQ6","peer_label":"125","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KFNR85HB8J447E0DZTW7DRQ6","peer_label":"125","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":"01KFNR8B5NJ4NQG4DQM1RAVTQ7","peer_label":"Chunk 3","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"},{"peer":"01KFNR8B6NHZXXW18HX02WRHGM","peer_label":"Chunk 1","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-23T15:41:06.809Z","ts":"2026-01-23T15:41:18.988Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}