Chapter IV: Captain Sanchez and Star-Wong Talk
As the Pequod crossed the Atlantic Ocean, Ishmael Morty and the Chud King were tending to their business. Swabbing the deck, hoisting the sails, and occasionally climbing the center-mast. One day, as Jerry was watching from atop the mast, he spotted a sperm whale. But it wasn't the whale.
Jerry: Thar She Blows!
Immediately, everyone tended to the long-boats. They all went out to catch the whale. They chased it for hours and kept throwing their harpoons at it. They kept stabbing and and hurling harpoons, until they finally finished the whale. Later that day, onboard the Pequod, everyone was butchering the whale meat for food later and boiling down the blubber into oil. They mainly hunted whales for oil. Later that night, while everyone was gathered around, singing and dancing while Mr. Poopybutthole played his tambourine, Star-Wong went into Captain Sanchez's cabin to talk with him. Star-Wong saw came by and offered Captain Sanchez a cup of tea. She saw that he was drawing out a map.
Star-Wong: It's late captain. You should turn in.
Captain Sanchez: Sleep? That bed is a coffin, and those are winding sheets. I don't sleep, I die.
Star-Wong: All the oil is safely stored captain.
Captain Sanchez: How's the Wind?
Star-Wong: North by East, and steady.
Captain Sanchez: (sighs) It'll have to do. I do not wish to remain here. We are bound for the Pacific, where we will follow Moby-Dick's migration pattern, and seize him. To follow this pattern exactly, we will be passing through the Indian Ocean instead of going around the Cape Horn.
Star-Wong: (gives dirty look)
Captain Sanchez: Why are you wearing that long face Star-Wong? Are you not game for Moby-Dick?
Star-Wong: Captain, I am game for any kind of death if it comes in the way of the business we follow, let that be known. But I came here to hunt whales, not my captain's vengeance towards a dumb beast that acted out of blind instinct. How much sperm oil will this vengeance yield? How much money will it profit on the Nantucket Market?
Captain Sanchez: Money's not the measure Star-Wong. It will fetch me a great premium here. (points to heart)
Star-Wong: To be enraged with this brute is pure blasphemy.
Captain Sanchez: Do not speak to me of blasphemy. I'd strike the sun if it insulted me.