1 Yes, Ishmael, the same fate may be thine.
2 As for the men, though some of them lowly rumbled, their fear of Ahab was greater than their fear of Fate.
3 By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate is the handspike.
4 While now the fated Pequod had been so long afloat this voyage, the log and line had but very seldom been in use.
5 But the bodings of the crew were destined to receive a most plausible confirmation in the fate of one of their number that morning.
6 And to the importunity of their persisted questionings he had finally given in; and so it came to pass that every one now knew the shameful story of his wretched fate.
7 Ship and boat diverged; the cold, damp night breeze blew between; a screaming gull flew overhead; the two hulls wildly rolled; we gave three heavy-hearted cheers, and blindly plunged like fate into the lone Atlantic.
8 It needs scarcely to be told, with what feelings, on the eve of a Nantucket voyage, I regarded those marble tablets, and by the murky light of that darkened, doleful day read the fate of the whalemen who had gone before me.
9 As he stood hovering over you half suspended in air, so wildly and eagerly peering towards the horizon, you would have thought him some prophet or seer beholding the shadows of Fate, and by those wild cries announcing their coming.
10 Clinging to a spar with one hand, some reached forth the other with impatient wavings; others, shading their eyes from the vivid sunlight, sat far out on the rocking yards; all the spars in full bearing of mortals, ready and ripe for their fate.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContextHighlight In CHAPTER 134. The Chase—Second Day. 11 But in either case, the needle never again, of itself, recovers the original virtue thus marred or lost; and if the binnacle compasses be affected, the same fate reaches all the others that may be in the ship; even were the lowermost one inserted into the kelson.
12 The hand of Fate had snatched all their souls; and by the stirring perils of the previous day; the rack of the past night's suspense; the fixed, unfearing, blind, reckless way in which their wild craft went plunging towards its flying mark; by all these things, their hearts were bowled along.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContextHighlight In CHAPTER 134. The Chase—Second Day.