All language subtitles for Moby Dick 1930 DVDRip x264-HJ

There never was, nor ever will be,
a braver life than the life of the whaler.

Compared to the game they hunted the
mightiest land beast was but a poodle dog.

Compared to the crush and crash of
the sperm-whale flukes, the most

direful blow of a mad elephant's trunk
was but a playful tap with a fan.

Moby Dick, the migthtiest of all sea beasts,
was know not only by his island bulk,

but by his peculiar snow white forehead
and high white hump like a hill

of snow, and the harpoons in his side
were stuck there by men now dead.

In sacred memory of the crew
of the ship Essex and all

thos other brave victims of the white whale,
Moby Dick.

This monument is erected by the citizens of
New Bedford. Mass. In the year or our Lord.

1838.

Is it the Mary Ann, Miss Mapple?

- Is it the Mary Ann, Derek?
- Come here, son.

Ahab is the same as always.

You've looked long enough.
Let me look.

Ain't he a caution.

Ain't he the wild one, though.

A regular bar-room brawler.

He'd make a good pirate.

He's just showing off to the girls.

He is brilliant.

Anybody can do that with practice.

Hey, Ma. There is Pa.

Hey children.
There is your father.

Hey Pa. Look what the
stork brought you.

You owe me for a whale.

Lucky you ain't home much.

Look out below!

Look out below!

There is the church bell.

Aren't you going to stay
and greet your brother?

Well, not now. We'll be
late for church.

You cute little rascal.

Say, you're getting
prettier every year.

Say.

How old are you now?

Eighteen, next Tuesday.

I'll see you Wednesday.

Fat Fanny.

Hey, baby.

If they cut into you they'd
certainly get plenty of blubber.

I ain't changed much
have I, Ahab?

Not enough, dearie.

Hey!

Derek!

Hello there, son.

How are you?

Three years older.
Ahab.

Hey, you look great.

Why, you're husky
enough for a whaler.

No. It ain't for me.
I'm a shore-goer.

Yes.

I don't blame you.

Who the...?

Who is she?

A friend. I work for her father.

- So you ain't...?
- Certainly not.

There's something a
matter with you.

I don't think I've ever
seen her before.

She must have blown in since
the Mary Ann sailed away.

Ain't you friends enough
to make me acquainted?

Faith.

Yes, Derek?

This is my brother, Ahab.

- Miss Mapple.
- I've heard lots about you.

But don't you believe
half of it, ma'am.

She is the new Parson's daughter.

We just moved here from Boston.

Yes?

Well, wherever you are from
they... are sure missing you.

And we'll be missing
church if we don't hurry.

Won't you come too?

Well ma'am, right now.

My thirst needs more
looking after than my soul.

I am sorry.

You shouldn't make
fun of religion, Ahab.

Ah.

I don't know enough about
it to make fun of it, son.

Goodbye, ma'am.

I'm glad to have met up with you.

Goodbye, Ahab.

Oh, I like them white,
I like them black.

I like them pink or green.

The cutest little son-of-a-gun
that I have ever seen.

The day of judgement approacheth.

When Gabriel will blow the horn
and sound the trump of doom!

Down!

Down with the trump of doom!

Right you are, Elijah.

Down with the lot of it.

You look.

Spawn of hell.

Stow that, sister.

This is Home-Sweet-Home.

Hey.

What heathen witchcraft is that?

Witch?

No witch.

Him, water God.

Him thirsty.

I Queequeg.

You dare call that
grinning idol God?

Out with your graven image
before we're all struck dead.

Take back your heathen God.

He's a pleasant looking
little fellow, ain't he.

You saved water God's life.

Him your friend now.

Bring much luck to sailors.

Water never brought me any luck.

I'm not going to give it a chance.

Have a drink!

Excuse me. All stop drinking.

Drink up my hearties.
The bar is closed for Sunday sermon.

What is this? A wedding
or a funeral?

No, just a new Parson.

And he is a rip-snorter.

Folks are afraid to stay away.

Enjoy yourself.
I'll be back after church.

That will be very nice.

Welcome home.

Nothing but that heathen.

And that little
buttercup for company.

I might just as well have
stayed in Singapore.

Singapore.

Kimbo Lily.

The Singapore cyclone.

You never bent the knee, did you.

Not at the elbow.
I thought you'd bend.

There's no place like home.

No matter where it is.

Hey.

Where is my name, dearie?

On the seat of my pants, sweetie.

"Oh, I hung my little
brother in a hungry sea..."

"And I'm going
to hang another."

"For the devil down below."

What do you want, son?

A drink?

Hey, you and me got the only
respectable thirst in this town.

I wonder if that fire-slinging Parson
puts on a show worth looking at.

Well, there is nowhere else to go.

Oh I met up with
a wondering Jew

Daniel.

You'd better get out of here.

This Parson is apt to
make a saint out of you.

A Saint Bernard.

You look as if you've brought the
whole congregation with you.

Come in... or go out.

I guess I will go in.

Take that seat.

Take that seat.

I would rather take
that one down there.

No, you can't do that.
Take that one.

We will now bow our heads.

In silent prayer.

Boys, look what's going ashore.

Hello there, Bucko.

Hello.

- You are just in time.
- Yeah.

- For what?
- To hold this yarn.

Huh?

Put your hands like I have mine.

Faith.

- Your father wants you.
- Not now.

I'll be right back.

- Don't you dare drop the yarn.
- I won't.

This isn't what is anchoring
me here you know.

Well, where is father?

He didn't want to see you. I did.

What's the matter, Derek?

What is it?

Well, it's Ahab.
What's he been telling you?

Why, nothing.

Well, he is here all the while. Every
time I have some work to do, he is here.

- But I like him to come.
- I don't.

Derek.

He isn't your kind.

- I am afraid.
- Afraid of your own brother?

Yes.

That he'll get you under his spell
like he does all the other girls.

I don't believe all
they say about him.

Well, ask anyone.

But I don't care what they say.

But I do.

Derek... how does
that concern me?

Don't you see? They'll be
talking about you too.

If they do it is
really my affair, isn't it?

I hoped it would be mine someday.

You must know how I feel.

And it isn't fair, Faith.

I love you and...

I just can't stand all of this.

I'm sorry, Derek.

Truly I am.

I asked your father
yesterday and he said "yes".

About what?

About me marrying you.

Don't you think I am the
one to ask about that?

I'm asking you now.

- This is neither the time or the place...
- You don't love him, do you?

Well, what if I did?

Do you?

Please, Derek.
I'd rather not answer that.

But you must.

Alright, I will.
By answering your first question.

Is it "no"?

Yes, Derek. I'm afraid so.

Then it is Ahab.

He's sneaking you away
from behind my back.

You mustn't say that.
It isn't right.

If he only hadn't come home.

My answer would have still been "no".

Hey, son.

I wonder if you and me
ain't in the wrong pew.

I never thought of
those two that way.

What are those?
Names of boats you've sailed on?

Nope. Just girls I've met.

That is "Steamboat Liz".

She is in China.
She is a nice girl.

If she didn't hit the pipe.

Battling Rosy here is different.

She is always full of rum.

And that Clarabelle.
She's a cute little thing.

You can't see her. She's in Japan.
She is white though.

That is, she's...

Pretty near white
when she's cleaned up.

You are trying hard to live up
to your reputation, aren't you.

Huh?

To hold on to it.

I'll be seeing them all
again petty soon, I guess.

Well, better be shoving off.

You're not leaving already?

Yeah, we are sailing
tomorrow and...

There's plenty to do before then.

So...

When are you leaving?

About 8-bells in the
morning, I guess.

Now, goodbye.

Is that all you have
to say before you go?

Yeah, I guess so.

Or...

If stupid here, gets
to throwing fits...

I think you had better worm him.
He's a pretty young dog, you know.

Will you say goodbye
to Derek for me and...

Good luck to you both.

What are you doing here?

We... we came to say goodbye.

Yeah?

I thought we did that yesterday.

You did.

You had better...

You will catch cold.

Not if you won't.

Sorry about the way I look.

I never expected anyone
to see me sail.

Cast off the bow line.

We're shoving of. We'd better
hurry up with that goodbye.

Not until you tell me what
you wouldn't say yesterday.

I can't remember
quite what it was now.

Get aboard, Romeo!

Then it wasn't important?

I guess not. Unless it was
something about Derek.

That kid... will have something
pretty important to say to you.

Get aboard, you land lout!

He did tell me, yesterday.

He asked me to marry him.

Yes?

Well, you got my blessing.

He is a great lad.

But my answer was "no".

Huh?

My answer was "no".

Why?

Because I don't love him.

- Not at all?
- No.

You mean you never have?

How can I when I
love someone else?

Oh.

Oh, there is someone else?

Can't you guess who?

No.

Can't you see?

Faith, what are you
trying to tell me?

Oh, Ahab.

Why, you...
You don't...?

Well, I am a son of a...

- You mean after all these...
- Look, see.

You're not as bad as your tattoos.

Get that girl out of the
so I can cuss at you!

I'll always be
shoving off to sea.

I can always be waiting
until you come back.

Will you wait this time?

If you want me to.

Get aboard, Romeo!

Ah, go and...!

Aye, aye Captain.

I'll get you to swab the decks.

Will you marry me
when I come home?

Yes, Ahab.

- It's three years, you know.
- I'll wait if it's forever.

It will seem that long, won't it.

Quiet, you...

Cast off the bow line.

Ahab, the boat.

Ahab, the boat is sailing.

Heave.

Heave.

Heave.

Heave.

Drop the other line there.

Goodbye.

- Go lad. Get along!
- Aye-aye, Captain.

Faith.
Goodbye.

There she blows!

Three points on the
larboard bow.

Standby to lower away.

There she blows. Up and after her.

It's white.

Will we catch him?

- Turn around. He'll kill us all.
- Row, you yellow-bellies.

I'll get him.

Watch your line.

- Give me that lance.
- What, now?

Yes, now.

Stow your oars.

He's foundered.

Let him drift.

- It's turning on him.
- Look out!

He can't swim back.

Look out.

He's got him.

He's got him!

The right foot.

I can't move it.

Stop that hammering.

Oh, it's just the blacksmith heating
the iron to burn the poison out.

Why don't someone do something?

Want this?

Yeah. It makes me feel better.

What about...?

You are going to be
alright, my boy.

It's the twins.

Don't you come in here unless
your hands and face are washed.

They say it is the Mary Ann, ma.

Are you sure it is
the Mary Ann, Sarah?

Old Elijah saw her from the point.

She is coming in on the tide.

She'll be tied up just as
soon as this fog lifts.

Go and find your sister's and
brothers. Run away, quick.

I suppose Ahab will be
up to his antics again.

He certainly is the wild one.

Goodbye, Miss Mapple.
Be seeing you at the dock.

Derek, Ahab is home. Are you
coming with me to meet him?

No. I've got some important
business to attend to for your father.

Well, that's a pretty good
job of carving, Peg-leg.

I've had enough practice.
I've worn out three of them myself.

Well, here you are.

We're putting into port.

It don't matter much.

He won't have no use for it yet.
His stump is too tender.

Well, that's pretty tough on Ahab.

It's tougher on the
Parson's daughter, I'd say.

The first night my wife saw me take
mine off, she fainted dead away.

You got the bars all to
yourselves this trip, ain't you.

Yes, and the girls too.

That piece of tree ain't
good for mashing hearts.

It's better for mashing potatoes.

Eh, Peg-leg?

Now we'll be stealing
his women.

Ahab ain't the man he used to be.

Didn't he always brag
about stealing our girls?

Yours, you mean.

Stop all that! You
hopeless little rats!

Before I stove in your skulls.

What's this? The boot
you don't need no more?

You had better keep it
to throw at our wedding.

If you thinks she'll
marry a peg-leg.

Here you are, son.
Ain't she a beaut?

Too bad you ain't had
time to get used to it.

- Give it here.
- You can't wear it yet.

You'll be spurting
blood like a whale.

Come on, give it to me.

Put it on me!

You'd better take my advice.

And let some of the
crew carry you ashore.

Sorry, mate.

Get out of here, old man.

Get out!
Leave me alone.

Get that gangway aboard!

Ahab!

Wait a minute.

Don't come any closer.

Why, Ahab.

Aren't you happy to see me?

Yeah.

That's got nothing
to do with it.

Do with what?

Our marriage.

I'm not going to hold
you to your promise.

But... but I don't understand.

You will.

- When you see me.
- See you?

But I am seeing you.

For the first time in three years.

Not all of me.

Ahab.

What's the matter?

You act so strangely.

Don't you want to marry me?

Have you changed your mind?

No.

But you will.

Nothing could change my mind.

Nothing?

Nothing. Not unless
you have changed.

I have.

Hey, how about a trip on
the Boston Lass, sailor?

He just came in on the Mary Ann.

Going out awful fast on the
Whale-Oil Rosie, I'd say.

Hey, matey. How about you?

We're sailing with the tide.

I'm no whaler.

Neither is that bragging
brother of yours now.

Unless they use his
leg for a mast.

Ahab.

Derek.

Hello, son.

Sit down.

I've been expecting you.

I couldn't come to the ship.

Don't mind my heathen friend.

He is just praying for
a new leg for me.

Too bad, Ahab. I am sorry.

So is everybody.

Especially me.

It was a terrible shock to Faith.

So I noticed.

But you can't blame her, Ahab.
Feeling like she does.

How does she feel...
by now?

The same as any girl would.

For a time.

You know Faith isn't like
these New Bedford women.

She is soft.

And not used to things like that.

Nobody is asking her
to get used to it.

In spite of that
she is courageous.

What do you mean?

She is willing to
keep her promise.

- Which one?
- To marry you, of course.

She won't go back on her word.

If you want to hold her to it.

- She told you that?
- She sent me here to tell you.

I see.

She's changing her name.

From "Faith" to "Charity".

What does that make me?

"Hope"?

Well I wouldn't hope
for too much, Ahab.

What else does she say that
you are not telling me?

Nothing.

Much.

- What makes you think...?
- Ah, spit it out!

- There is no use lying to me.
- I'm not, Ahab.

I'm just afraid I might
hurt your feelings.

Was it...?

Was it...

That she can never feel
the same again?

That she can't love me anymore.

With this?

Is that what she said?

No, not in those words.

But she is willing to
be a dutiful wife?

Even if she gags...
at the sight of me.

She is waiting for
you at the house.

So is Moby Dick.

Down by the seven seas!

Whiskey.

Get him onboard.

What's the matter with you, eh?

You are drunk.

Alright.

Derek.

Faith, you shouldn't
have come down here.

I can't wait anymore. Where
have you been all this time?

With Ahab.

- You said you'd bring him to the house.
- He won't come.

Did you tell him what I said?

Well, what did he say, Derek?
Tell me, what did he say?

- He wouldn't even listen.
- Then he doesn't know how I feel?

- Yes. I told him just the same.
- And still he wouldn't come?

After you said it wasn't
me who ran away?

And how sorry I was and
how much I love him?

Derek, there must have been a mistake.
He couldn't have understood you.

- Are you sure you told him everything?
- Everything.

And he wouldn't forgive me?

He just cursed you and said he
never wanted to see you again.

I can't believe that.

I won't believe it. I must see him.

But you can't.

He is sailing on the Boston Lass.

- I've got to see him. I must tell him.
- But Faith.

- I'm sorry, Miss. We are shoving off.
- No. Please, I've got to see him.

I know, but he'd be too
drunk to understand you.

Please, you can't go away and leave me.
You've got to listen. I didn't mean it.

- Please, please.
- That's alright, lady.

Don't you worry.

He'll be back in three years.

Oh no. Ahab!

I wish you'd stop twisting
that globe all the time.

I can't help wondering where Ahab is.

On which sea, I mean.

There are seven, aren't there?

One for each year he has been gone.

Yes, and he may as well
be at the bottom of it.

For all the good it will
do you, waiting like this.

- What else can I do but wait?
- You could at least be fair to me.

I don't see what you
have to do with it.

Can't you understand?
He is never coming back.

- He's probably forgotten all about you.
- But I haven't forgotten him.

Is that any reason why you should deny
yourself everything other women have?

A husband and...

- And children.
- I love Ahab.

I'll never love anyone else, Derek.

And all he knows is hate.
For a stupid fish.

Why, he's the talk of every
sailor that puts in here.

That's my fault for running away.

But he is the one that ran away.

Didn't you ask his forgiveness?

You did. For me.

And all he did was curse you.

To say he was through.

I am sick and tired of seeing you make
a fool of yourself over a crazy man.

Waiting down at the dock like any
common woman on the waterfront.

Watching every
ship come in until...

You're the talk of the town.

Don't you think it is time
for you to go home, Derek?

Alright.

I'm going for good this time.

A hundred pounds more
or I don't sign her over.

A hundred, he said.

Keep her coming or I don't sell.

For me baby, yes?

Monday is for Poppy.

Me, nice girl too.

I am buying ships, not women.

Yeah. And you are not buying Shanghai
Lady for less than a hundred more.

Take it you thieving cut-throat.

Make your mark.

Witness that pirate's scrawl.

Down with that topsail!

Come back. Come back, you rats.

You can't leave this boat.
You haven't signed off yet.

We haven't been paid by you.

Halt!

How are you doing?

Docking, sir.

Who told you to make port?

Sorry, sir. But you ain't
been on deck for weeks.

We had to pull in
for stores and water.

Yeah, well get them on.

And make for whaling water.

- Where are we?
- New Bedford, sir.

I told you never to
touch this port.

Get out of here.

As soon as you can.

Well, how are we going to
get out without a crew, sir?

They ran like rats running
for the scuppers.

That's what they always do, sir.

Well, get another one.
You've got your orders.

Well, that ain't so easy.

It's getting harder in every port.

Why, no sailor worth his salt will
sign on with the Shanghai Lady, sir.

So remember her name.

Shanghai a crew.

In New Bedford, sir?

Why not?

There's just as many grog shops and
brothels here as any other port.

Well, that kind of a crew
makes for a mutiny, sir.

Well, if you can't
handle them, I will.

Go ashore and shake the vermin up.

And the nearer to hell
that you get them from...

The better.

Well sir, they'll be running
away in ever port we touch.

We ain't touching port.

Until we run down Moby Dick.

And we're sailing.

Before daybreak.

Aye-aye, sir.

Cast off your bow line!

And lower the topsail.

Stop that heaving racket.

Are you asleep, idiot?

Water God, sleep.

Wake up soon.

That drumming would
wake the dead.

Stop it!

Stop grinning at
that piece of wood.

He'll talk soon.

He'd better if he
is ever going to.

Water God speak.

What does he say...

That I can't hear?

Him say:

"Moby Dick".

What does he say about Moby Dick?

What does he say about him?

Him say you find white
whale soon now.

You lying to me again, heathen?

Him know.

When does he say?

Tell him to answer me before I
break his little wooden neck.

Him say:

"When sky and water meet".

He is always talking
in riddles, ain't he.

Sky and water...?

When is that?

Him say: pretty quick.

You are a queer lot.

You and your heathen God.

I am kind-of beginning
to believe him.

- Who's that?
- The mate, sir.

What do you want?

Running into whaling water, sir.

Maybe the little fellow
is right after all.

- Are you all set aloft?
- Aye-aye, sir.

We were in whaling water.

I can smell it.

Didn't I tell you no man ought
to come down that hatchway?

You told me to tell you when
we struck whaling water, sir.

I have told you.

You told me. Now get out.

Don't...

Come snooping around
where you don't belong.

You got a full crew?

I shanghaied the lot of
them as you told me to, sir.

They are more used to
cutting throats than whaling.

Pipe them aft. I'll
have a look at them.

Get out!

Get my harpoon, heathen.

Maybe we are on the
stern of Moby Dick.

Right now.

All hands on deck.

Get a move on you lazy scum.

Come on, my hearties. The old
man is waiting for you on deck.

Up there with you.

Come on there!

Getup!

On deck.

What a fine bunch of rats.

Good enough for this devil ship
and the crazy skipper I reckon.

No more of that. Up on deck!

Learn to keep your tongue
in your head on this trip.

That means you too.

He is seasick.

You shanghaied him. It's the
first time he's ever been to sea.

Get out of there you yellow-belly.

You'll not get him on deck.

I won't, eh?

What's the matter with you?

Oh, playing possum, eh?

Well, the sight of Captain
Ahab will wake you up.

Ahab?

Yes. The old man himself.

- Did you see Ahab?
- Yes, I have.

Waiting in deck for you.

With a fine bunch of knuckles.

Quick. Quick.

Come on, come on.
Get out there, Quick.

Quick, get out there.
Come on. Quick.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

You are the finest-looking
bunch of scuttling cut-throats...

I ever had the honor
to meet up with.

You need to be where
we are heading.

Are there any whalers among you?

- Aye.
- Sure.

What do you look for first?

The whale's spout.

And when you see it?

There she blows!

And after we spot him?

Lower away.

- What next?
- Pull far away.

Pulling for a white
one this time.

- Moby Dick.
- No iron touches him but mine.

That is orders.

There she blows!

Which way?

Two points off the starboard bow.

Is he white?

She is low.

Was he white?

She is low. Low.

Get back from those boats!

My crew only lowers
for Moby Dick.

A fine lot of sperm
this crew will get us.

I'm running this ship.

The sooner you get that through
your thick skulls the better.

And if you don't like it...

Swim home.

Hey, where...?

Hey, where you going? Hey!

- Say, what are you doing up here?
- Where is he?

- Who?
- Captain Ahab.

I'll skin the hide off of
you first thing, you know.

Let me go. He's my
brother I tell you.

- Tell that one to Moby Dick.
- I'm going to see him, I tell you!

You couldn't pass that
hatchway if you was his twin.

Now get forward with you.

Go on, before I clap
you in irons.

There is our position,
Mr. Starbuck.

Why, we ain't more than
two weeks off the China coast.

We are laying our course dead ahead.

Where to?

The same as always...
Moby Dick.

I tell you.

I don't like the looks
of things, Mr Starbuck.

A crazy Captain.

A heathen image.

I seen it. With my own eyes.

There goes that voodoo drum again.

We're heading for
something, Mr Starbuck.

I don't know what.

We are heading for hell.
That's where.

I've never seen the
barometer drop so fast.

He is true!

- What?
- God.

Get the men on deck, heathen.

We'll have to run for it, sir.

There.
Off the port bow.

I see it!

Where sky and water meet.

It's a water spout.

Sure enough. Ha-ha.

- Put on more canvas.
- More canvas, sir?

- Are you mad?
- Put on more canvas.

Will I get extra?

Whose bonus is it?

Extra from now on.

Pick me up, heathen.

- Better drink the rum.
- There ain't no more.

The old man is on deck.

We must have mayhem on deck.

- Where is he?
- Up on the bridge.

Ordering more canvas
on us like a madman.

With that heathen?

Yes. Right alongside of him.

I'm sick of waiting for
something to happen.

He'll kill us all if somebody
don't kill him first.

Aye, but the decks are awash.

Three me have gone
overboard already.

I'd rather be overboard than
drown like a rat in this hole.

- You're right!
- Let me go. I hate his guts!

Let me go!

He's right. If we are
going to take the ship...

Now is the time to do it.

Captain Ahab, sir.

The crew. They've mutinied.

Put them back in the forecastle
where they can do no harm.

We have to last it out!

Yes.

Yes, we have. Come on!

Come on!

It's me. I'm not a ghost.

How did you get here?

The same as how the rest
of the crew got here.

You mean they shanghaied you too?

Don't pretend you didn't know it.

My orders were to empty
the grog shops.

And brothels.

Not the church pews.

Go ahead and laugh.

Go ahead and laugh while
you can. I'm laughing too now.

You mean, you think I
had you shanghaied too?

What else can I think?
You stole faith from me.

And you steal me from Faith.

Faith will marry me after turning
you down... you dirty thief.

You had better ask before
I shut your mouth.

I am forcing you...

I hate.

I hate you... worse than
you hate that whale.

Take this... and finish him.

- Is he dead?
- No, sir.

But he might as well be.
His back is broke.

Put him down in my cabin.

Do what you can for him.

He is my brother.

I said it, Captain.

Lucifer!

Star of the morning.

Be my skipper now!

What does your wooden
God say now?

You jungle worshipper.

- Him say...
- Ah...

Shut up.

Your little heathen
God is a liar.

Take the wheel.

Mr. Stubbs.

- Mr. Stubbs!
- Aye-aye, sir.

- Are they all settled down?
- Aye-aye, sir.

I've had the lookout set
since the storm broke, sir.

- Since daylight.
- He ain't seen nothing yet?

Ha. No self-respecting whale would
come out in this weather, sir.

Your joke is well timed.

But is on me, Mr Stubbs.

Aloft!

Aye-aye, sir.

Have you seen no whale-wash?

- Nothing?
- Nothing, sir.

You may head her about,
Mr. Stubbs and...

Make for the China coast.

Are you giving up the
hunt for Moby Dick, sir?

He has licked me, Mr Stubbs.

- She blows!
- Where away?

Two points off the port bow, sir.

What is one more whale?

She blows!

- It's white!
- It's him.

- It's Moby Dick.
- It's Moby Dick!

There she blows off
the port bow, sir.

Thanks, Captain.

Get a harpoon ready!

- Man the boats!
- Aye-aye, sir.

He's going to stove in the boat.

He's climbing up the rope.

Turn back!

It's spouting blood.

It's alright, son. We're in port.

Where's Gus?

Gus?

Yeah. That little fellow.

You got him anyway, ain't you.

Yeah.

Can he hear?

No.

Him only talk.

Tell him to tell you something.

Huh?

You're a great heathen.

So long.

Now, you're all grown up,
ain't you.

Ahab!

Ahab!

Oh Ahab. Silly. You're crying.

So are you.

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