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To every pitch of the ship there was a pitch of\r\nthe boiling oil, which seemed all eagerness to leap into their faces.\r\nOpposite the mouth of the works, on the further side of the wide wooden\r\nhearth, was the windlass. This served for a sea-sofa. Here lounged the\r\nwatch, when not otherwise employed, looking into the red heat of the\r\nfire, till their eyes felt scorched in their heads. Their tawny\r\nfeatures, now all begrimed with smoke and sweat, their matted beards,\r\nand the contrasting barbaric brilliancy of their teeth, all these were\r\nstrangely revealed in the capricious emblazonings of the works. As they\r\nnarrated to each other their unholy adventures, their tales of terror\r\ntold in words of mirth; as their uncivilized laughter forked upwards\r\nout of them, like the flames from the furnace; as to and fro, in their\r\nfront, the harpooneers wildly gesticulated with their huge pronged\r\nforks and dippers; as the wind howled on, and the sea leaped, and the\r\nship groaned and dived, and yet steadfastly shot her red hell further\r\nand further into the blackness of the sea and the night, and scornfully\r\nchamped the white bone in her mouth, and viciously spat round her on\r\nall sides; then the rushing Pequod, freighted with savages, and laden\r\nwith fire, and burning a corpse, and plunging into that blackness of\r\ndarkness, seemed the material counterpart of her monomaniac commander’s\r\nsoul.\r\n\r\nSo seemed it to me, as I stood at her helm, and for long hours silently\r\nguided the way of this fire-ship on the sea. Wrapped, for that\r\ninterval, in darkness myself, I but the better saw the redness, the\r\nmadness, the ghastliness of others. The continual sight of the fiend\r\nshapes before me, capering half in smoke and half in fire, these at\r\nlast begat kindred visions in my soul, so soon as I began to yield to\r\nthat unaccountable drowsiness which ever would come over me at a\r\nmidnight helm.\r\n\r\nBut that night, in particular, a strange (and ever since inexplicable)\r\nthing occurred to me. Starting from a brief standing sleep, I was\r\nhorribly conscious of something fatally wrong. The jaw-bone tiller\r\nsmote my side, which leaned against it; in my ears was the low hum of\r\nsails, just beginning to shake in the wind; I thought my eyes were\r\nopen; I was half conscious of putting my fingers to the lids and\r\nmechanically stretching them still further apart. But, spite of all\r\nthis, I could see no compass before me to steer by; though it seemed\r\nbut a minute since I had been watching the card, by the steady binnacle\r\nlamp illuminating it. Nothing seemed before me but a jet gloom, now and\r\nthen made ghastly by flashes of redness. Uppermost was the impression,\r\nthat whatever swift, rushing thing I stood on was not so much bound to\r\nany haven ahead as rushing from all havens astern. A stark, bewildered\r\nfeeling, as of death, came over me. Convulsively my hands grasped the\r\ntiller, but with the crazy conceit that the tiller was, somehow, in\r\nsome enchanted way, inverted. My God! what is the matter with me?\r\nthought I. Lo! in my brief sleep I had turned myself about, and was\r\nfronting the ship’s stern, with my back to her prow and the compass. In\r\nan instant I faced back, just in time to prevent the vessel from flying\r\nup into the wind, and very probably capsizing her. How glad and how\r\ngrateful the relief from this unnatural hallucination of the night, and\r\nthe fatal contingency of being brought by the lee!\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 0"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFNR848BP9JAJWPVS0P8X4C0","peer_label":"The Lamp","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KFNR848BP9JAJWPVS0P8X4C0","peer_label":"The Lamp","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":"01KFNR8B8NTV6JB9YT4DZFFACA","peer_label":"Chunk 1","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-23T15:41:07.156Z","ts":"2026-01-23T15:41:17.695Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}