Call me Ishmael. Some year ago – never mind how long precisely – having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. I was feeling sad and depressed. Some people commit suicide when they feel this way, I go to the sea.
I left Manhattan for New Bedford, Massachussets. In New Bedford I looked for ship to take me to Nantucket Island. Nantucket is the home of whaling. It was from Nantucket Island that those original whale men, the Red-Men first went after the leviathan. I could not, therefore, think of a better place to begin my sea voyage.
When I arrived in New Bedford I discovered that the ship for Nantucket Island had already left and that I would have to wait another two days in New Bedford. I went to look for an inn for the night. I had very little money, so I had to find a place that was not too expensive.
