The Pequod Captain: Ishmael's Story

The child thundered, slamming her giant harpoon upon the ship's deck.

The Captain stands tall in the middle of a wild and calamitous Lake, on top of her precariously swaying ship.

First of the crew to roar was the one covered head to toe in tattoos.

The crew, their hearts united as one, screams their reply from the top of their lungs to the child's thunders like the roaring waves.

But no sailor shows any signs of fear or anxiety.

They merely look up to the child with conviction in their eyes. As though this was what they had been expecting all along.

It's a rather long name, but they have no trouble chanting it in unison.

But that wasn't the answer this child was looking for. The child slowly but emphatically shakes her head before shouting.

There is no reply. But this silence is not one of fear.

Instead, they...

... smile.

They all wear a giddy, toothy grin as though a long-awaited present had arrived at their doorsteps.

Another child barges out of the cabins.

There is a look of urgency in his eyes, yes; but there is no fear. In fact, he wears a slight smile.

Blinding strikes of lightning and heavy rainstorm rage over the Pequod and its crew.

Yet no one moves. No one hides. Not even their eyebrows twitch.

As the crew exchanges rousing speeches with one another, something crimson begins emerging from the depths of the Lake. It begins to approach the water's surface.

The child calmly watches as the Whale's gargantuan body breaks through the Lake's surface.

The child twirls her massive harpoon before aiming it straight toward the Whale's tail.

The gaslight inside her harpoon burned brighter and hotter as though it was responding to the crew's passion.

There is burning fervor in the eyes of the crew. But their gaze is fixed onward, clear and focused.

The child takes a sweeping look at her crew and their conviction...

... before leaping head-on against the advancing Whale.