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: You a commadore, then, or a cook? Ishmael
: No, a simple sailor, jumping from spar to spar like a grasshopper in a May meadow. Very much like a slave. But who isn't a slave? Tell me that. Peter Coffin
: I suppose you're going whaling, then? Ishmael
: Aye. Would you be having a room for a simple sailor, Mr. Coffin? Peter Coffin
: Aye, if you've no objection to sharing a blanket with a simple harpooner.
: It seems a trifle small for two grown men. Peter Coffin
: Well, if you're going to go whaling, you better get used to that sort of thing. Why, look at that bed. It's the biggest bed in the house. I've soundly slept in that bed many a night. Plenty of room! Ishmael
: Mind you, I'm not complaining, Mr. Coffin, it's just I'd like to know what sort of man I'd be sharing it with. Peter Coffin
: Well, uh, the harpooner I may be able to find someplace else for tonight.
: I killee! Peter Coffin
: Now, Queequeg, stop that! Ishmael
: Why didn't you tell me that this harpooner I'd be sharing a bed with is a cannibal, for God's sake? Peter Coffin
: Now, listen to me, Queequeg. You savvy me, I savvy you. This lad sleep here in this bed with you. You savvy? Queequeg
: Me savvy plenty.