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The Pequod finally ceased to exist. Ending with its life, there is also this trembling story since its beginning. But you must ask, since the final vortex took all of this, how did the story survive? I tell you: There was one, only one, who survived, and that was—was—me! Otherwise, I wouldn't be here to tell you this story of revenge. This is how I escaped. After Fedala's disappearance, Captain Ahab's boat lost a bowman, so I took Fedala's place. Just after Moby Dick rolled the skiff overboard, everyone went overboard, and I was the sailor who got behind the stern and didn't make it to the boat.

Floating on the periphery of this thrilling scene, I witnessed the whole process. When the big ship sank, I was also sucked by the strong eddy current. Fortunately, when I was drawn to the vortex, the vortex was getting weaker and slower. I spun back and forth, slowly approaching the deadly axis of the vortex. When I finally reached the axis, followed Captain Ahab after taking one last look at the world, God did not accept me. You must remember that Queequeg's coffin, which was later converted into a lifebuoy, was always spinning in a whirlpool, but it wasn't sucked too deep into the water.

Due to the great buoyancy of this thing, and the vortex was exhausted, the coffin finally broke free from the vortex and rushed to the surface of the sea. The coffin rushed very high, and when it fell, it happened to be not far from my side, and then came to my side along with the eddy that was about to disappear. I am saved. I lay on the coffin and floated on the sea for a whole day and night. The sea is extremely quiet, I have never seen such a quiet sea. The sharks swam around me without opening their terrifying jaws to me. The seahawks have been circling above my head, but they don't treat me as an easy prey as usual.

After witnessing the scene just now, they were all stunned. Now, everything belongs to death, and all sing dirges for death. Next day, at precisely the hour when the Pequod sank, a boat came up and picked me up. That was the "Raj" we met earlier, and the captain was running around looking for the lost children. They couldn't find their child, but they found me—another orphan who had no one to depend on. In this way, I managed to escape the disaster and come back to tell you this tragic story. Revised on July 27, 1999