What business have I with this pipe?
This thing that is meant for sereneness, to send up mild white vapours among mild white hairs, not among torn iron-grey locks like mine.

I'll smoke no more--" He tossed the still lighted pipe into the sea.

The fire hissed in the waves; the same instant the ship shot by the bubble the sinking pipe made.

With slouched hat, Ahab lurchingly paced the planks..