Moby-Dick Ch. 111: The Pacific

Summary

The Pequod passes the Bashee islands and enters the great South Sea at last. Ishmael has wanted to see the Pacific since he was young. Now a thousand leagues of blue roll east before him. He could thank the ocean with all his heart, if not for other things on the voyage. The sea feels full of mystery. Its gentle waves seem to speak of a hidden soul beneath them, like grass moving over a buried saint.

Ishmael says millions of drowned dreams and souls lie dreaming under the Pacific pastures. The waves toss like restless sleepers in a potter's field of all four continents. This ocean washes new California towns and ancient Asian shores. Coral islands and unknown archipelagos float between them. Ishmael calls it the tide-beating heart of the earth. On the eternal swells a wandering sailor might bow to Pan, the god of nature.

Ahab feels none of this wonder. He stands like an iron statue by the mizen rigging. With one nostril he smells sweet musk from the Bashee woods where lovers walk. With the other he breathes the salt sea where the White Whale swims. The ship glides toward the Japanese hunting grounds. Ahab's purpose grows sharper. His lips press together like a vice. His forehead veins swell like flooded brooks. Even in sleep he shouts through the ship: Stern all! The White Whale spouts thick blood!

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Why This Matters

Hearing Wonder and Obsession on the Same Deck

Arrival does not synchronize souls. Ishmael greets the Pacific as dreaming Potter's Field and earth's tide-heart while Ahab stands like iron at the mizen, inhaling the sea where Moby Dick swims and crying thick blood spouts in sleep.

Before you plan a celebration at the milestone coast, ask who can see the soul-sea and who is already fighting in dreams, because shared latitude is not shared peace.

Coming Up in Chapter 112

In the mild Pacific latitudes Perth the blacksmith keeps his portable forge lashed on deck after Ahab's leg work. Harpooneers crowd him for harpoon and lance repairs while his patient hammer beats like his miserable heart.

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Chapter 111

The Pacific

The Pacific. When gliding by the Bashee isles we emerged at last upon the great South Sea; were it not for other things, I could have greeted my dear Pacific with uncounted thanks, for now the long supplication of my youth was answered; that serene ocean rolled eastwards from me a thousand leagues of blue. There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath; like those fabled undulations of the Ephesian sod over the buried Evangelist St. John. And meet it is, that over these sea-pastures,…

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Critical Thinking Exercise

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Split Pacific Check

When did your team celebrate a coast while a leader fought in sleep?

Consider:

•Who saw Pan?
•Whose prayer?
•Sleep cry?

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