{"id":"01KG8AMC1G2ECABYMHDZZ8417D","cid":"bafkreidzxjr4tmx2backk7gyddeaei7qe52mvirsyfavcvlh5svodr5g4e","type":"chapter","properties":{"description":"# CHAPTER 131. The Pequod Meets The Delight.\n## Overview\nThis entity is Chapter 131, titled \"The Pequod Meets The Delight,\" from Herman Melville's novel *Moby-Dick; or, The Whale*. It spans lines 20531 to 20584 of the source text.\n\n## Context\nThis chapter is part of a larger literary work found within the [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW) collection. It was extracted from the digital text file [moby_dick.txt](arke:01KG89J198KE6FY8WPVJQQRCZ6). This chapter immediately follows [CHAPTER 130. The Hat.](arke:01KG8AMC1G1EE0KD242REECHQS) and precedes [CHAPTER 132. The Symphony.](arke:01KG8AMC1GH40HPRGN88DNM4T6). It is also contained within a broader structural element, [BOOK III. (_Duodecimo_), CHAPTER III. (_Mealy-mouthed Porpoise_)](arke:01KG8AK83BA227D6NY5BT040FM), which is an unusual chapter title for this section of the novel.\n\n## Contents\nThe chapter details the encounter between the whaling ship *Pequod* and another vessel, the *Delight*. The *Delight* is depicted as a ship that has suffered a catastrophic encounter with the White Whale, evidenced by the shattered remnants of a whale-boat on its shears and the ongoing burial of a crewman. The captain of the *Delight* confirms that the White Whale is still alive and formidable, having caused the deaths of five of his men. Captain Ahab, undeterred, defiantly brandishes a harpoon, swearing to kill the White Whale. As the *Pequod* departs, a foreboding voice from the *Delight* observes the *Pequod*'s life-buoy-coffin, interpreting it as a sign of their own impending doom.","description_generated_at":"2026-01-30T20:51:16.654Z","description_model":"gemini-2.5-flash-lite","description_title":"CHAPTER 131. The Pequod Meets The Delight.","end_line":20584,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:29.272Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"CHAPTER 131. The Pequod Meets The Delight.","source_file":"01KG89J198KE6FY8WPVJQQRCZ6","start_line":20531,"text":"CHAPTER 131. The Pequod Meets The Delight.\r\n\r\nThe intense Pequod sailed on; the rolling waves and days went by; the\r\nlife-buoy-coffin still lightly swung; and another ship, most miserably\r\nmisnamed the Delight, was descried. As she drew nigh, all eyes were\r\nfixed upon her broad beams, called shears, which, in some\r\nwhaling-ships, cross the quarter-deck at the height of eight or nine\r\nfeet; serving to carry the spare, unrigged, or disabled boats.\r\n\r\nUpon the stranger’s shears were beheld the shattered, white ribs, and\r\nsome few splintered planks, of what had once been a whale-boat; but you\r\nnow saw through this wreck, as plainly as you see through the peeled,\r\nhalf-unhinged, and bleaching skeleton of a horse.\r\n\r\n“Hast seen the White Whale?”\r\n\r\n“Look!” replied the hollow-cheeked captain from his taffrail; and with\r\nhis trumpet he pointed to the wreck.\r\n\r\n“Hast killed him?”\r\n\r\n“The harpoon is not yet forged that ever will do that,” answered the\r\nother, sadly glancing upon a rounded hammock on the deck, whose\r\ngathered sides some noiseless sailors were busy in sewing together.\r\n\r\n“Not forged!” and snatching Perth’s levelled iron from the crotch, Ahab\r\nheld it out, exclaiming—“Look ye, Nantucketer; here in this hand I hold\r\nhis death! Tempered in blood, and tempered by lightning are these\r\nbarbs; and I swear to temper them triply in that hot place behind the\r\nfin, where the White Whale most feels his accursed life!”\r\n\r\n“Then God keep thee, old man—see’st thou that”—pointing to the\r\nhammock—“I bury but one of five stout men, who were alive only\r\nyesterday; but were dead ere night. Only _that_ one I bury; the rest\r\nwere buried before they died; you sail upon their tomb.” Then turning\r\nto his crew—“Are ye ready there? place the plank then on the rail, and\r\nlift the body; so, then—Oh! God”—advancing towards the hammock with\r\nuplifted hands—“may the resurrection and the life——”\r\n\r\n“Brace forward! Up helm!” cried Ahab like lightning to his men.\r\n\r\nBut the suddenly started Pequod was not quick enough to escape the\r\nsound of the splash that the corpse soon made as it struck the sea; not\r\nso quick, indeed, but that some of the flying bubbles might have\r\nsprinkled her hull with their ghostly baptism.\r\n\r\nAs Ahab now glided from the dejected Delight, the strange life-buoy\r\nhanging at the Pequod’s stern came into conspicuous relief.\r\n\r\n“Ha! yonder! look yonder, men!” cried a foreboding voice in her wake.\r\n“In vain, oh, ye strangers, ye fly our sad burial; ye but turn us your\r\ntaffrail to show us your coffin!”\r\n\r\n\r","title":"CHAPTER 131. 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