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The Ship

           Atriangularopeningfacedtowardsthebowsoftheship,sothattheinsidercommandedacompleteviewforward.

           Andhalfconcealedinthisqueertenement,Iatlengthfoundonewhobyhisaspectseemedtohaveauthority;andwho,itbeingnoon,andtheship’sworksuspended,wasnowenjoyingrespitefromtheburdenofcommand.Hewasseatedonanold-fashionedoakenchair,wrigglingalloverwithcuriouscarving;andthebottomofwhichwasformedofastoutinterlacingofthesameelasticstuffofwhichthewigwamwasconstructed.

           Therewasnothingsoveryparticular,perhaps,abouttheappearanceoftheelderlymanIsaw;hewasbrownandbrawny,likemostoldseamen,andheavilyrolledupinbluepilot-cloth,cutintheQuakerstyle;onlytherewasafineandalmostmicroscopicnet-workoftheminutestwrinklesinterlacingroundeyes,whichmusthavearisenfromhiscontinualsailingsinmanyhardgales,andalwayslookingtowindward;forthiscausesthemusclesabouttheeyestobecomepursedtogether.Sucheye-wrinklesareveryeffectualinascowl.

           "IsthistheCaptainofthePequod?"saidI,advancingtothedoorofthetent.

           "SupposingitbethecaptainofthePequod,whatdostthouwantofhim?"hedemanded.

           "Iwasthinkingofshipping."

           "Thouwast,wastthou?IseethouartnoNantucketereverbeeninastoveboat?"

           "No,Sir,Ineverhave."

           "Dostknownothingatallaboutwhaling,Idaresayeh?

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