Chapter 66 61．first try

Starbucks described the white squid they had seen as a bad omen, and in his opinion, encountering the white squid was bad luck. But the pugnacious Queequeg cared nothing of that. All he felt was excitement, the excitement of going into battle. "We've already seen giant squid, which means we're about to see sperm whales." Queequeg screamed excitedly, sharpening his javelin over the bow again and again. The day after seeing the white squid, the weather was extremely hot. Whaling ships sailed quietly in the Indian Ocean. There is no sound in the surrounding sea area, only some flying fish and other unwilling guys can be seen occasionally.

Since this area is not a whaling area, there is nothing for everyone to do. Coupled with the sweltering weather, everyone fell asleep. I was on duty at the foremasthead while they dozed. The languid swaying of the shrouds, and the stillness of the shrouds, did not cheer me up. I looked back, and the brothers who were on duty at the top and mizzen tops had already dozed off. I finally couldn't take it anymore and gradually became confused. The will was gone, and Hun'er also ran away, but his body was still swinging back and forth in the air with the rhythm, like a pendulum in a big clock.

The whole sea is lethargic. The whaler sailed ahead in the disturbed spray. Suddenly I was jolted awake and my body shook. Reflexively, I gripped the shrouds and looked around with wide-eyed eyes. God!A big whale!A big sperm whale!was playing not two hundred and forty feet behind our ship. The sperm whale rolled on the surface of the sea, and the strong sunlight shone on its dark and broad back. Its spine shone like a great mirror on the midday sea. It is very leisurely, just like the big fat old man in your neighbor's house, lazily coming to the garden after lunch, holding his big pipe, and puffing smoke like a living fairy.

The difference is that the sperm whale spouts a jet of water like a fountain. Poor Sperm Whale, he must not have realized: his catastrophe is approaching! Perhaps, this moment is the last time in its life. The people on the ship who were still in a daze just now seemed to have been cast by a magician, and all of them were shocked in an instant and woke up. "Hey, Sperm Whale!" Everyone opened their mouths and yelled in a different tone. "Quick, untie the whaling boat, put it down, and get close to it!" Captain Ahab cried. As he screamed, he had already started to move.

The cry of Captain Ahab and the others alarmed the sperm whale. The people in the boat watched it turn around without haste, and swim back with their boat on its back. It seemed that it was just unhappy that these people disturbed its elegance, and it didn't expect that they would bring it a fatal disaster. Captain Ahab ordered everyone not to speak loudly, so as not to disturb the guy in the water who didn't take them too seriously. A group of people paddled quietly in a small boat. When he was about to get close, he saw that guy plunged his head into the sea. The forty-foot-tall tail dangled a few times in mid-air above the sea and sank underwater.

"It ran away!" someone shouted. Without haste, Stubb produced a match and lit his pipe. He knew: they just had to wait quietly, and before long, the guy would be unable to hold himself back. Sure enough, within a short time, the fellow emerged from the surface of the sea, just in front of Stubb's boat. Stubb felt a surge of joy. "See where you're going!" he yelled loudly. "Let's go, guys!" All the people got busy immediately, only the sound of oars and water could be heard one after another. The sperm whale, seeing the danger of being killed by the gang, had its head up and was about to speed away.

"Row, hurry, row, boys, row hard, yes, that's it." Stubb directed loudly, puffing and puffing on his pipe. Inspired by him, his men began to shout one by one like a war, rough voice, soft voice, turned up, turned down, all of a sudden, the shouts were deafening, like a team Charge soldiers. "Ga-la! Goo-hoo!" growled Queequeg, as if he were chewing the flesh of a South American wax-billed bird. Stubb and his pals make an earth-shattering advance towards the sperm whale. Stubb sat securely in the foremost seat, commanding the ship with calm composure. "Come on, Tustego, give that guy a shot!"

Stubb ordered. Tustego stood up, gearing up. He took the javelin from the fork and took aim with his eyes. The javelin was thrown and hit the sperm whale. Everyone cheered. "Backwards." Stubb ordered the oarsmen. The whale hunter jumped out of the rope barrel as if flying, and was dragged to the sea by the sperm whale. The whaling lines bounced around people at high speed, hissing loudly, and everyone could even feel the slight heat and light blue smoke produced by their friction with other things. Stubb had already made two quick turns of the rope around the column, and his hands were burning with pain from the galloping rope.

He clung desperately to the rope, as if he were clutching a sword with both sides cut. "You don't want to run away from me." Talking to himself, Stubb ordered one of the oarsmen aloud: "Quick, splash some water on the rope." The oarsman snatched off his hat, stooped to scoop a hatful of water from the sea, and poured it over the post. After being watered, the whale-line no longer swirled because it was too dry. However, the whaling boat was really in danger now, its whole body was tightly pulled by the ropes everywhere, and the ropes being dragged by the sperm whale wanted to overturn the boat all at once.

The sperm whale competed with the whole crew, and the focus was on this long whaling line. Everyone stuck tightly to their seats, not daring to move, and unable to move. In order to lower the center of gravity, some even bend their bodies like shrimps, for fear that if they move, even slightly, they will be thrown into the tumbling waves beside them and never come back. Countless tragedies have happened that way. The boat struggled, trembled, and rattled on the sea like a pendulum. It seemed as if the entire Pacific Ocean and Atlantic Ocean were passing them by. In this way, they desperately chased the whale and galloped across the sea.

Finally, the running speed of the whale began to slow down, and it became slower and slower. "That guy is exhausted!" Stubb shouted to the boys in the cabin: "Quick, get close to it!" The skiff approached the whale, which was almost immobile. Stubb knelt down on the bow of the boat with a plop, and hurled shot after shot at the whale. Spear guns pierced the whale's head and body one by one. At Stubb's command the skiff advanced or retreated from time to time. The blood from the big whale has already dyed the surrounding sea blood red. The dying body of the big whale kept rolling and struggling in the bloody water, but it still swam forward. Several nautical miles of sea water became a bloody road. Everyone on board had their cheeks flushed by the blood-red water. Spearguns were still being thrown at the whale, one after another. Sometimes the harpoon was bent after being pulled back from the whale. Then Stubb quickly knocked them straight in the bow, and then cast them on the whale. The big whale's nose kept spraying water jets into the sky, each time getting lower and lower. Finally, the water column gradually disappeared. "Lean over!" Stubb ordered. The skiff leaned close to the whale, so close that if Stubb had only reached out, he could have grasped its body. Stubb prodded the whale's gigantic body one after another, each prodding the whale a step closer to death. Suddenly, the whale woke up from its coma and began to roll violently again. The skiff moved back a little. The people on the boat watched this guy struggling blindly in the bloody water not far away, knowing that it was not far from death. The appearance of the big whale before its death is very terrifying. Finally, the big whale twitched a few times in pain, and a bunch of blood-red things spewed out from the blowhole, sprayed straight into the sky, fell back on its body, and slid into the sea along its body. The whale's heart burst. "It's dead!" Tustego to Stubb. "Yes, my pipe is on fire, too." Stubb took his pipe from his mouth, knocked out the ashes, and let the wind blow him out to sea. Stubb looked at the whale, dead in his hands. The big whale floats on the water like a hill.