page 533 of 615 of Moby-Dick; or, The Whale

It’s all doom and gloom on the poor Pequod. Queequeg getting measured for a coffin, old whale bones covered in moss, Ahab forging his own harpoon, the jolly Bachelor making her way (funny name for a ship) back home full of cargo in every hold and a captain as happy as Ahab is mad.

You can feel the whale now, feel it just over the horizon, waiting, maybe even watching. Death speeding to more death.