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Bingo Game #38 - The Hunt for the White Whale
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That must explain why I like you Dave!
Where have you been?
GearNoir
“The Disney Princess’s Apprentice”
Lost in a haze…floating on cloud 9…with the words “You’re a Wizard Heysi” echoing over and over in his head.
I love it! I should print a copy and put it up on my doctor diploma wall and see if anyone calls me out on it!
Remember, in this game the last shall be first. You might want to win last rather than in this middle pack
Hardly. He’s far from the worst. That honor belongs to gearnoir. And a title he will not be giving up anytime soon.
Aside from today’s lousy calls, @EMG06 has , so far, called a very enjoyable game. I’m loving the voyage!
Hey I just said worlds worst I havent pulled out the galaxy or the universe yet... And yes it has been fun so far although a bit frustrating..
The way it's going I Will be the last .
Ship’s Log Day 10 - Today I’ll liven up the entry. Let me recount the events of our second mate Mr. Stubb and how he took a whale yesterday afternoon.
“Close under our lee not forty fathoms off a gigantic Sperm Whale lay rolling in the water like the capsized hull of a frigate his broad glossy back of an Ethiopian hue glistening in the sun’s rays like a mirror. But lazily undulating in the trough of the sea and ever and anon tranquilly spouting his vapory jet the whale looked like a portly burgher smoking his pipe of a warm afternoon But that pipe - poor whale - was thy last - As if struck by some enchanter’s wand -
the sleepy ship and every sleeper in it all at once started into wakefulness. More than a score of voices from all parts of the vessel - simultaneously with the three notes from aloft - shouted forth the accustomed cry-as the great fish slowly and regularly spouted the sparkling brine into the air-/
“Clear away the boats - Luff” cried Ahab. And obeying his own order he dashed the helm down before the helmsman could handle the spokes. The sudden exclamations of the crew must have alarmed the whale and ere the boats were down majestically turning he swam away to the leeward but with such a steady tranquillity and making so few ripples as he swam that thinking after all he might not as yet be alarmed Ahab gave orders that not an oar should be used and no man must speak but in whispers.
So seated like Ontario Indians on the gunwales of the boats we swiftly but silently paddled along the calm not admitting of the noiseless sails being set. Presently as we thus glided in chase the monster perpendicularly flitted his tail forty feet into the air and then sank out of sight like a tower swallowed up.“There go flukes” was the cry an announcement immediately followed by Stubb’s producing his match and igniting his pipe for now a respite was granted. After the full interval of his sounding had elapsed the whale rose again and being now in advance of the smoker’s boat and much nearer to it than to any of the others Stubb counted upon the honor of the capture. It was obvious now that the whale had at length become aware of his pursuers./
All silence of cautiousness was therefore no longer of use - Paddles were dropped - and oars came loudly into play.
And still puffing at his pipe Stubb cheered on his crew to the assault. Yes a mighty change had come over the fish. All alive to his jeopardy he was going head out that part obliquely projecting from the mad yeast which he brewed. “Start her start her my men. Don’t hurry yourselves -
take plenty of time - but start her - start her like thunderclaps that’s all” cried Stubb spluttering out the smoke as he spoke. “Start her now give ’em the long and strong stroke Tashtego. Start her Tash my boy start her all but keep cool keep cool cucumbers is the word easy easy only start her like grim death and grinning devils and raise the buried dead perpendicular out of their graves boys that’s all./”
“Woo-hoo Wa-hee” screamed the GayHeader in reply raising some old war whoop to the skies as every oarsman in the strained boat involuntarily bounced forward with the one tremendous leading stroke which the eager Indian gave.
But his wild screams were answered by others quite as wild. “Keehee. Keehee.” yelled Daggoo straining forwards and backwards on his seat like a pacing tiger in his cage. “Ka-la
Koo-loo” howled Queequeg as if smacking his lips over a mouthful of Grenadier’s steak. And thus with oars and yells the keels cut the sea. Meanwhile Stubb retaining his place in the van still encouraged his men to the onset all the while puffing the smoke from his mouth. Like desperadoes they tugged and they strained till the welcome cry was heard “Stand up Tashtego give it to him” The harpoon was hurled./
The boat now flew through the boiling water like a shark all fins - From the vibrating line extending the entire length of the upper part of the boat and from its now being more tight than a harpstring you would have thought the craft had two keels - one cleaving the water the other the air as the boat churned on through both opposing elements at once.
Thus they rushed each man with might and main clinging to his seat to prevent being tossed to the foam and the tall form of Tashtego at the steering oar crouching almost double in order to bring down his center of gravity. Whole Atlantics and Pacifics seemed passed as they shot on their way till at length the whale somewhat slackened his flight. “Haul in haul in” cried Stubb to the bowsman and facing round towards the whale all hands began pulling the boat up to him while yet the boat was being towed on. Soon ranging up by his flank Stubb firmly planting his knee in the clumsy cleat darted dart after dart into the flying fish at the word of command the boat alternately sterning out of the way of the whale’s horrible wallow and then ranging up for another fling. The red tide now poured from all sides of the monster like brooks down a hill.
His tormented body rolled - not in brine but in blood - which bubbled and seethed for furlongs behind in their wake. The slanting sun playing upon this crimson pond in the sea sent back its reflection into every face so that they all glowed to each other like red men. And all the while jet after jet of white smoke was agonizingly shot from the spiracle of the whale and vehement puff after puff from the mouth of the excited headsman as at every dart hauling in upon his crooked lance Stubb straightened it again and again sent it into the whale./
“Pull up pull up.” he now cried to the bowsman as the waning whale relaxed in his wrath. “Pull up. close to” and the boat ranged along the fish’s flank. When reaching far over the bow Stubb slowly churned his long sharp lance into the fish and kept it there carefully churning and churning as if cautiously seeking to feel after some gold watch that the whale might have swallowed and which he was fearful of breaking ere he could hook it out./
But - that gold watch he sought was the innermost life of the fish. And now it is struck - for starting from his trance into that unspeakable thing called his “flurry.” The monster horribly wallowed in his blood. Over-wrapped himself in impenetrable mad boiling spray so that the imperilled craft instantly dropping astern had much ado blindly to struggle out from that phrensied twilight into the clear air of the day. And now - abating in his flurry the whale once more rolled out into view surging from side to side. Spasmodically dilating and contracting his spout hole. With sharp cracking agonized respirations. At last - gush after gush of clotted red gore as if it had been the purple lees of red wine shot into the frighted air. And falling back again ran dripping down his motionless flanks into the sea. His heart had burst!
“He’s dead Mr. Stubb” said Daggoo.
“Yes both pipes smoked out” and withdrawing his own from his mouth Stubb scattered the dead ashes over the water and for a moment stood thoughtfully eyeing the vast corpse he had made.//
“Close under our lee not forty fathoms off a gigantic Sperm Whale lay rolling in the water like the capsized hull of a frigate his broad glossy back of an Ethiopian hue glistening in the sun’s rays like a mirror. But lazily undulating in the trough of the sea and ever and anon tranquilly spouting his vapory jet the whale looked like a portly burgher smoking his pipe of a warm afternoon But that pipe - poor whale - was thy last - As if struck by some enchanter’s wand -
the sleepy ship and every sleeper in it all at once started into wakefulness. More than a score of voices from all parts of the vessel - simultaneously with the three notes from aloft - shouted forth the accustomed cry-as the great fish slowly and regularly spouted the sparkling brine into the air-/
“Clear away the boats - Luff” cried Ahab. And obeying his own order he dashed the helm down before the helmsman could handle the spokes. The sudden exclamations of the crew must have alarmed the whale and ere the boats were down majestically turning he swam away to the leeward but with such a steady tranquillity and making so few ripples as he swam that thinking after all he might not as yet be alarmed Ahab gave orders that not an oar should be used and no man must speak but in whispers.
So seated like Ontario Indians on the gunwales of the boats we swiftly but silently paddled along the calm not admitting of the noiseless sails being set. Presently as we thus glided in chase the monster perpendicularly flitted his tail forty feet into the air and then sank out of sight like a tower swallowed up.“There go flukes” was the cry an announcement immediately followed by Stubb’s producing his match and igniting his pipe for now a respite was granted. After the full interval of his sounding had elapsed the whale rose again and being now in advance of the smoker’s boat and much nearer to it than to any of the others Stubb counted upon the honor of the capture. It was obvious now that the whale had at length become aware of his pursuers./
All silence of cautiousness was therefore no longer of use - Paddles were dropped - and oars came loudly into play.
And still puffing at his pipe Stubb cheered on his crew to the assault. Yes a mighty change had come over the fish. All alive to his jeopardy he was going head out that part obliquely projecting from the mad yeast which he brewed. “Start her start her my men. Don’t hurry yourselves -
take plenty of time - but start her - start her like thunderclaps that’s all” cried Stubb spluttering out the smoke as he spoke. “Start her now give ’em the long and strong stroke Tashtego. Start her Tash my boy start her all but keep cool keep cool cucumbers is the word easy easy only start her like grim death and grinning devils and raise the buried dead perpendicular out of their graves boys that’s all./”
“Woo-hoo Wa-hee” screamed the GayHeader in reply raising some old war whoop to the skies as every oarsman in the strained boat involuntarily bounced forward with the one tremendous leading stroke which the eager Indian gave.
But his wild screams were answered by others quite as wild. “Keehee. Keehee.” yelled Daggoo straining forwards and backwards on his seat like a pacing tiger in his cage. “Ka-la
Koo-loo” howled Queequeg as if smacking his lips over a mouthful of Grenadier’s steak. And thus with oars and yells the keels cut the sea. Meanwhile Stubb retaining his place in the van still encouraged his men to the onset all the while puffing the smoke from his mouth. Like desperadoes they tugged and they strained till the welcome cry was heard “Stand up Tashtego give it to him” The harpoon was hurled./
The boat now flew through the boiling water like a shark all fins - From the vibrating line extending the entire length of the upper part of the boat and from its now being more tight than a harpstring you would have thought the craft had two keels - one cleaving the water the other the air as the boat churned on through both opposing elements at once.
Thus they rushed each man with might and main clinging to his seat to prevent being tossed to the foam and the tall form of Tashtego at the steering oar crouching almost double in order to bring down his center of gravity. Whole Atlantics and Pacifics seemed passed as they shot on their way till at length the whale somewhat slackened his flight. “Haul in haul in” cried Stubb to the bowsman and facing round towards the whale all hands began pulling the boat up to him while yet the boat was being towed on. Soon ranging up by his flank Stubb firmly planting his knee in the clumsy cleat darted dart after dart into the flying fish at the word of command the boat alternately sterning out of the way of the whale’s horrible wallow and then ranging up for another fling. The red tide now poured from all sides of the monster like brooks down a hill.
His tormented body rolled - not in brine but in blood - which bubbled and seethed for furlongs behind in their wake. The slanting sun playing upon this crimson pond in the sea sent back its reflection into every face so that they all glowed to each other like red men. And all the while jet after jet of white smoke was agonizingly shot from the spiracle of the whale and vehement puff after puff from the mouth of the excited headsman as at every dart hauling in upon his crooked lance Stubb straightened it again and again sent it into the whale./
“Pull up pull up.” he now cried to the bowsman as the waning whale relaxed in his wrath. “Pull up. close to” and the boat ranged along the fish’s flank. When reaching far over the bow Stubb slowly churned his long sharp lance into the fish and kept it there carefully churning and churning as if cautiously seeking to feel after some gold watch that the whale might have swallowed and which he was fearful of breaking ere he could hook it out./
But - that gold watch he sought was the innermost life of the fish. And now it is struck - for starting from his trance into that unspeakable thing called his “flurry.” The monster horribly wallowed in his blood. Over-wrapped himself in impenetrable mad boiling spray so that the imperilled craft instantly dropping astern had much ado blindly to struggle out from that phrensied twilight into the clear air of the day. And now - abating in his flurry the whale once more rolled out into view surging from side to side. Spasmodically dilating and contracting his spout hole. With sharp cracking agonized respirations. At last - gush after gush of clotted red gore as if it had been the purple lees of red wine shot into the frighted air. And falling back again ran dripping down his motionless flanks into the sea. His heart had burst!
“He’s dead Mr. Stubb” said Daggoo.
“Yes both pipes smoked out” and withdrawing his own from his mouth Stubb scattered the dead ashes over the water and for a moment stood thoughtfully eyeing the vast corpse he had made.//
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You make gearnoir’s bingo sound much more exciting that it actually was….
This is the illustrated edition!
GearNoir
“The Disney Princess’s Apprentice”
I dunno…I feel like it’s a pretty accurate description of what went down.You make gearnoir’s bingo sound much more exciting that it actually was….
