‘Ah, noble ship,’ the angel seemed to say, ‘beat on, beat on,...– Ishmael, Chapter 8
Chapter 7: The Chapel
So every Sunday, I like to pop in to the local house of worship, wherever I may be. Mama raised her boy right! Besides, I can wrap myself in my shaggy jacket of the cloth called bearskin all I want, but that doesn’t mean the storm outside isn’t being a complete bitch right now. My first morning stroll was hideous. Wow, a muffled silence reigns in this Whaleman’s Chapel....
Take my body who will, take it I say!– Ishmael, Chapter 7