{"id":"01KG8AKXZSG5S1B8C4ZPMXP5XY","cid":"bafkreieftqpqoo4uqrob4ngr3fjvhr4n5svwrfdevyc5lsxi6fkg4crpqa","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":11343,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:15.153Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1H7Y803CZ7X80F0QFHZ","start_line":11274,"text":"CHAPTER LXXXII.\r\nWHICH ENDS THE BOOK\r\n\r\n\r\nDisappointed in going to court, we determined upon going to sea. It\r\nwould never do, longer to trespass on Po-Po’s hospitality; and then,\r\nweary somewhat of life in Imeeo, like all sailors ashore, I at last\r\npined for the billows.\r\n\r\nNow, if her crew were to be credited, the Leviathan was not the craft\r\nto our mind. But I had seen the captain, and liked him. He was an\r\nuncommonly tall, robust, fine-looking man, in the prime of life. There\r\nwas a deep crimson spot in the middle of each sunburnt cheek, doubtless\r\nthe effect of his sea-potations. He was a Vineyarder, or native of the\r\nisland of Martha’s Vineyard (adjoining Nantucket), and—I would have\r\nsworn it—a sailor, and no tyrant.\r\n\r\nPrevious to this, we had rather avoided the Leviathan’s men, when they\r\ncame ashore; but now, we purposely threw ourselves in their way, in\r\norder to learn more of the vessel.\r\n\r\nWe became acquainted with the third mate, a Prussian, and an old\r\nmerchant-seaman—a right jolly fellow, with a face like a ruby. We took\r\nhim to Po-Po’s, and gave him a dinner of baked pig and breadfruit; with\r\npipes and tobacco for dessert. The account he gave us of the ship\r\nagreed with my own surmises. A cosier old craft never floated; and the\r\ncaptain was the finest man in the world. There was plenty to eat, too;\r\nand, at sea, nothing to do but sit on the windlass and sail. The only\r\nbad trait about the vessel was this: she had been launched under some\r\nbaleful star; and so was a luckless ship in the fishery. She dropped\r\nher boats into the brine often enough, and they frequently got fast to\r\nthe whales; but lance and harpoon almost invariably “drew” when darted\r\nby the men of the Leviathan. But what of that? We would have all the\r\nsport of chasing the monsters, with none of the detestable work which\r\nfollows their capture. So, hurrah for the coast of Japan! Thither the\r\nship was bound.\r\n\r\nA word now about the hard stories we heard the first time we visited\r\nthe ship. They were nothing but idle fictions, got up by the sailors\r\nfor the purpose of frightening us away, so as to oblige the captain,\r\nwho was in want of more hands, to lie the longer in a pleasant harbour.\r\n\r\nThe next time the Vineyarder came ashore, we flung ourselves in his\r\npath. When informed of our desire to sail with him, he wanted to know\r\nour history; and, above all, what countrymen we were. We said that we\r\nhad left a whaler in Tahiti, some time previous; and, since then, had\r\nbeen—in the most praiseworthy manner—employed upon a plantation. As for\r\nour country, sailors belong to no nation in particular; we were, on\r\nthis occasion, both Yankees. Upon this he looked decidedly incredulous;\r\nand freely told us that he verily believed we were both from Sydney.\r\n\r\nBe it known here that American sea captains, in the Pacific, are\r\nmortally afraid of these Sydney gentry; who, to tell the truth,\r\nwherever known, are in excessively bad odour. Is there a mutiny on\r\nboard a ship in the South Seas, ten to one a Sydney man is the\r\nringleader. Ashore, these fellows are equally riotous.\r\n\r\nIt was on this account that we were anxious to conceal the fact of our\r\nhaving belonged to the Julia, though it annoyed me much, thus to deny\r\nthe dashing little craft. For the same reason, also, the doctor fibbed\r\nabout his birthplace.\r\n\r\nUnfortunately, one part of our raiment—Arfretee’s blue frocks—we deemed\r\na sort of collateral evidence against us. For, curiously enough, an\r\nAmerican sailor is generally distinguished by his red frock; and an\r\nEnglish tar by his blue one: thus reversing the national colours. The\r\ncircumstance was pointed out by the captain; and we quickly explained\r\nthe anomaly. But, in vain: he seemed inveterately prejudiced against\r\nus; and, in particular, eyed the doctor most distrustfully.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJNK08HXR546X612JSYB6","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1H7Y803CZ7X80F0QFHZ","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKXZS814P0P59RVX99YND","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:20.473Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:33.520Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}