I'll never do it again." "Maybe you'll never have the chance," the captain retorted.

"We're not done with this one yet.

The one that charged the _Essex_ made charge after charge, and I guess whale nature hasn't changed any in the last few years." "Dry as a bone, sir," Mr.Jackson reported the result of his sounding.
"There she turns," Daughtry called out.
Half a mile away, the whale circled about sharply and charged back.
"Stand from under for'ard there!" Captain Doane shouted to one of the sailors who had just emerged from the forecastle scuttle, sea-bag in hand, and over whom the fore-topmast was swaying giddily.
"He's packed for the get-away," Daughtry murmured to the Ancient Mariner.
"Like a rat leaving a ship." "We're all rats," was the reply.

"I learned just that when I was a rat among the mangy rats of the poor-farm." By this time, all men on board had communicated to Michael their contagion of excitement and fear.

Back on top of the cabin so that he might see, he snarled at the cow whale when the men seized fresh grips against the impending shock and when he saw her close at hand and oncoming.
The _Mary Turner_ was struck aft of the mizzen shrouds.