4x-xx-xx ep04 Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym

The waterfront looking for the old whaling vessel grandpa's. Captain Bernard was in charge, and though I hadn't seen the old captain in more than ten

years, I still felt he was a pretty good friend of mine. I could remember him telling Dad and myself some pretty wild tales. I drank it all in, main rig, compilous and I could. Maybe I never would have seen the old captain in the sun western if I hadn't been visiting some friends in Boston.

I was reading the shipping news one morning and there it was. Benjamin Bernard. Experienced whalers wanted to man vessel grandpas, sailing July 13th, 1 a.m. 1881. Now I packed my digs, slung them over my shoulder, took a lung full of salt air, and, well, six hours before sailing time, I was looking for the ship.

It was dark as I walked down the waterfront and I stopped to strain you. Yeah, I'm done. What do you want? Looking for a whaler known as the grandpas and I think I lost. There it is, right in front of you.

Sematik, can't you read? Yeah, it seems that way. Thanks, fella. Ah, do you happen to know a couple of Bernard's on board? Yeah, he's there. You shipping out on her? I'm looking for a job.

I'm pretty green, but I'm an old friend of his. I'm an old friend of his still. I was out in his last voyage. I wouldn't ship out again under that yellow curve. I was to stop first.

And Dirk Peters says, don't go, don't go. What's the matter? Is the ship pointed or something? Nothing's the matter with the ship. The captain's nuts. Are you sure you're talking about the same man I am?