Chapter III: Meeting Captain Sanchez
As the Pequod sailed, no one had seen Captain Sanchez come out of his cabin for several days. By night, they would hear the sounds of his ivory peg-leg, roaming the deck, all night. One day, as everyone was scrubbing the deck, Captain Sanchez had come out of his cabin and called an assembly. As he walked along the deck, he stepped his peg in one of many holes on the deck, to help him stand straight. He came up to the center-mast, and called for everyone's attention.
Captain Sanchez: What do you do when you see a whale?
Jerry: Sing out for him!
Everyone: Aye!
Captain Sanchez: Good. What do you do next?
Everyone: Lower away after him.
Captain Sanchez: Good. Now all you mast-headers. Now hear me. You're to look, for a white whale. A whale as white, and as big as a mountain of snow. Now, you see this Spanish Gold Ounce? Who ever finds me that white whale, shall have this $16 ounce my boys.
Captain Sanchez held the doubloon up, so everyone could see it. Then he took a hammer and a nail, and nailed it to the mast.
Captain Sanchez: It's a white whale I say. Skin your eyes out for him.
Gearhead: Could it be the whale that fantails a little curious before he goes down?
Mr. President: Does he have a curious spout, all busy and mighty quick?
Chud King: And many irons in his hide? Many irons, all twisted around?
Captain Sanchez: Aye. Like Corkscrews. He's stuck full of harpoons, and his spout is as big as a whole shock of wheat, and he has a hideous crooked jaw.
Mr. President: Must be the white whale they call "Moby-Dick".
Captain Sanchez: (gives dirty look) You know the White Whale? You mean to tell me this whale has a name, and I knew nothing about it?!
Star-Wong: Captain, was it not Moby-Dick who took off your leg?
Captain Sanchez: Aye, it must've been. Well, if this whale is Moby-Dick, then I'll follow him around the Cape Horn, and around the Norway Maelstrom, and around Perdition's Flames, over all sides of Earth, until he spouts black blood and rolls dead out, before I give him up!
Captain Sanchez then took out his dagger and cut the palm of his hand. Then he let it bleed into a pitcher of grog and passed it around. Once everyone had drank from it, Gearhead, Mr. President, and the Chud King crossed their harpoons as Captain Sanchez held them between the fingers of his bleeding hand.
Captain Sanchez: Feel as I touch the axis. It's as hot as Satan's hoof. May God hunt us all, if we do not hunt Moby-Dick to his death! DEATH TO MOBY-DICK!
Everyone Else: DEATH TO MOBY-DICK!
Meanwhile, Regular Rick and Morty were observing, and Morty was writing down notes, having way more fun, then when he was at the library.