Chapter V: Continuing the Journey
As the Pequod was entering the Indian Ocean, Regular Morty had already written a bunch of stuff down. Since he was witnessing the story, rather than simply reading it, he was happy as could be, doing his book report. One thing that fascinated Regular Morty, were the Gams, the little happy meetings with other whaling ships. He loved sneaking onboard in ghost-mode, listening to all the stories about Moby-Dick and how monstrous he was. He also enjoyed learning about whales. Regular Rick on the other hand enjoyed seeing himself as Captain Sanchez. He thought of him as himself, hunting down the Rick that killed his Dian, only he would have better justifications.
While Regular Rick and Morty stayed in ghost-mode aboard the Pequod, the rest of the crew tended to their business. They continued to sail across the ocean, and look for the white whale. By day, everyone was looking out for Moby-Dick. By night, Captain Sanchez was patrolling the deck.
Ishmael Morty and the Chud King were enjoying each other's company. But one day, after working all night, cold and wet, in the cold, moldy lower-level of the Pequod, the Chud King fell ill. He laid there in his hammock, as he request Mr. Meeseeks to build him a coffin. Mr. Meeseeks began working on the Chud King's coffin. As he did, Ishmael Morty tried his best to comfort the Chud King it what could be his final moments.
Ishmael Morty: Chud King. Don't die. Please! We need you around.
Chud King: I give my harpoon to you. I give my tomahawk to you. I give my shrunken heads to you. I give all my remaining money to you. (coughs)
Ishmael Morty felt helpless. There was nothing he could do. Mr. Meeseeks had finally finished the coffin. Once he did, everyone helped the Chud King into it. He sat there in his coffin, waiting for nature to take it's course.