Moby-Dick

Spread 1 · Story pages 1–2

I'm Ishmael. I longed for the sea.

The land felt too lonely for me.

With my bag packed up tight,

I set off in the night.

What a wonderful world to see!

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Spread 2 · Story pages 3–4

I'd feared him at first at the inn.

Then Queequeg gave me a kind grin.

We warmed by the flame.

He told me his name.

And I felt a new friendship begin.

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Spread 3 · Story pages 5–6

The Pequod sailed out Christmas Day.

We'd hunt whales for oil far away.

We tugged every rope.

We were brimming with hope.

Then the shore slowly faded to gray.

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Spread 4 · Story pages 7–8

Captain Ahab had hunted his prey.

His leg had been bitten away.

'I'll find that white whale!'

He cried, looking pale.

'I'll chase him and make him pay!'

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'Moby-Dick!' Ahab cried. 'He is white!'

He nailed up a coin, shining bright.

'Spot him! Win gold!'

His voice made us bold.

We kept watch for his spout, day and night.

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Spread 5 · Story pages 9–10

'A whale is a whale,' Starbuck said.

'Your anger has run far ahead.

We've work on this trip,

And a crew on this ship.

They could all end up hurt—or dead.'

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Spread 6 · Story pages 11–12

Queequeg lay ill in his bed.

'Please make me a coffin,' he said.

I brought him a cup.

He could barely sit up.

He thought he would soon be dead.

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Then Queequeg grew steady and well.

I could hug him! I wanted to yell.

His clothes filled the chest

Once meant for his rest.

We had so many stories to tell!

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Spread 7 · Story pages 13–14

The coffin was sealed up with care.

They hung it. It rocked in the air.

Built to bury the dead,

It could float now instead,

And keep someone safe out there.

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Spread 8 · Story pages 15–16

The Rachel came sailing our way.

'My boy's lost! Please help us today!'

But Ahab said, 'No.

Find the whale! We must go!'

I watched that ship fade into gray.

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Spread 9 · Story pages 17–18

Ahab thought of his son back at home.

'Take us home!' Starbuck begged. 'Why still roam?'

One tear touched the sea.

He turned from the plea

And kept watch for a spout in the foam.

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Spread 10 · Story pages 19–20

The whale broke our boat on day one.

Day two: still more boats came undone.

'Turn back!' Starbuck cried.

'No!' Ahab replied.

Day three, and the hunt wasn't done.

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Spread 11 · Story pages 21–22

The whale struck the ship. What a cry!

Water poured through its side, foaming high.

Ahab's rope twisted tight.

He was swept out of sight.

Then the masts sank beneath the blue sky.

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The ship disappeared in the sea.

Everyone else died. There was just me.

With salt in my hair,

I called to thin air.

I was lonely, as lonely could be.

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Spread 12 · Story pages 23–24

The coffin bobbed up from below.

I caught it and wouldn't let go.

For a day and a night,

I kept holding on tight.

It rocked on the waves, to and fro.

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The Rachel found me on day two.

Her captain searched on for his crew.

His boy was not there.

He reached out with care.

Now I tell our sea story to you.

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