With Apologies to Herman Melville
"Who told thee that?" cried Goemhert; then pausing, "Aye, Starbuck; aye, my hearties all round; it was Hillary that dismasted me; Hillary that brought me to this dead stump I stand on now. Aye, aye," he shouted with a terrific, loud, animal sob, like that of a heart-stricken moose; "Aye, aye! it was that accursed woman that razeed me; made a poor pegging lubber of me for ever and a day!" Then tossing both arms, with measureless imprecations he shouted out: "Aye, aye! and I’ll chase her round Foggy Bottom, and round the Mena Airport, and round the E-Mail Maelstrom, and round perdition’s flames before I give her up. And this is what ye have shipped for, men! to chase that white woman on both sides of land, and over all sides of earth, till she spouts black blood and rolls fin out. What say ye, men, will ye splice hands on it, now? I think ye do look brave."
"Who told thee that?" cried Goemhert; then pausing, "Aye, Starbuck; aye, my hearties all round; it was Hillary that dismasted me; Hillary that brought me to this dead stump I stand on now. Aye, aye," he shouted with a terrific, loud, animal sob, like that of a heart-stricken moose; "Aye, aye! it was that accursed woman that razeed me; made a poor pegging lubber of me for ever and a day!" Then tossing both arms, with measureless imprecations he shouted out: "Aye, aye! and I’ll chase her round Foggy Bottom, and round the Mena Airport, and round the E-Mail Maelstrom, and round perdition’s flames before I give her up. And this is what ye have shipped for, men! to chase that white woman on both sides of land, and over all sides of earth, till she spouts black blood and rolls fin out. What say ye, men, will ye splice hands on it, now? I think ye do look brave."