The Deck Toward the End of the First Night Watch

           Ahabstandingbythehelm.Starbuckapproachinghim.

           Wemustsenddownthemain-top-sailyard,sir.Thebandisworkinglooseandtheleeliftishalf-stranded.ShallIstrikeit,sir?"

           "Strikenothing;lashit.IfIhadsky-sailpoles,I’dswaythemupnow."

           "Sir!inGod’sname!sir?"

           "Well."

           "Theanchorsareworking,sir.ShallIgettheminboard?"

           "Strikenothing,andstirnothingbutlasheverything.Thewindrises,butithasnotgotuptomytable-handsyet.Quick,andseetoit.Bymastsandkeels!hetakesmeforthehunchbackedskipperofsomecoastingsmack.Senddownmymain-top-sailyard!Ho,gluepots!Loftiesttrucksweremadeforwildestwinds,andthisbrain-truckofminenowsailsamidthecloud-scud.ShallIstrikethat?Oh,nonebutcowardssenddowntheirbrain-trucksintempesttime.Whatahoorooshaloftthere!Iwoulde’entakeitforsublime,didInotknowthatthecolicisanoisymalady.Oh,takemedicine,takemedicine!"

           

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