After our meeting on deck, Ahab dedicated all his time to his charts. Every night Ahab could be seen under the lantern reading the tracing lines. Ahab knew that whales followed certain paths of current. He hopes that following the same paths that the whales followed he could eventually meet Moby Dick somewhere in the South pacific. Sometimes, after hours in front of his charts, Ahab would run from the cabin with a wild cry as of he were escaping from a bed on fire.
In the meantime we had crossed the South Atlantic and we had gone around the Cape of Good Hope and across the India Ocean. We had even seen several whales and lowered the boats after them. The first time we saw a whale, I saw those mysterious people that I had seen at the beginning of the voyage; they were Ahab’ own special whale hunters lead by fedellah who seemed particularly evil. We also encountered many ships, and Ahab always asked them the same question, “Have you seen the White Whale?” Each one of these ships gave Ahab a little more information for his hunt, and we started to sail across the Pacific.
