
Water draws humanity outward when landbound life stifles the soul
Ishmael flees damp November moods on land by heading to sea as a simple sailor. Crowds instinctively cluster at Manhattan wharves to stare into deep water, driven by an innate compulsion toward ocean reveries. Choosing a whaling voyage provides a grander perspective and pays wages rather than requiring passenger fees. Arriving in New Bedford, Ishmael settles at the Spouter-Inn where he must share a bed with an unseen harpooneer.
CHAPTER 1. Loomings. → CHAPTER 3. The Spouter-Inn.

