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448 pages, Paperback
Expected publication January 6, 2026
I saw the part of me that was in the madness of Captain Seneca, the madness that had possessed me since I left England. The madness of Seneca that was his hunting the whale to the ends of the world. Such madness led me to the floating life of a half-man half-woman, a dangerous mix of possibilities. There I had been, a man then a woman. What had my womanliness done in that blood-drenched ship of men? Had I led all to doom or was there some salvation in their deaths?
All this talk made me wonder if I would one day become a whaleman. But I told myself, whether I was Ishmaelle or Ishmael, the fates had given me this sea life, and what lay ahead, be it a whale or a man or a grand house on the southern tip of Manhattan Island, only the fates would know. They would guide me in some unaccountable way – and I endeavoured never to question them. All I needed to do was see what lay in front of me once my soles touched the soil of America.
Ishmaelle: Now I know my fate it all comes to this cast as a witch like my aunt of old into the cold absurdity of the ocean the waves about me a lone oyster with a mind screaming out of the abyss the end the end the end
Seneca: Calm your soul the witch is on the sea and she will go down and eat out the mind of the devil and deliver it to my mighty arms but I rage and feel the torrent and my heart beats stronger than a horse and the unknown is closing in the dark already and darker still the fate the dark the dark the dark and darker still beats the drum it comes it comes
Whale: Wwwoooooohhhhhh kkkkkkkkkkkkkkk wwwwwwooooooo ssssssssssssshhh