Call me Starbuck, the chief mate of this ship,
In search of the white whale, we sail on this trip.
With Ahab at the helm, his heart wild and free,
He claims to be stronger than each perilous sea.
Through tempests and whirlpools, he charts his mad course,
Ignoring the warnings, with unyielding force.
We follow our captain, not for glory or fame,
But out of sheer terror, we play his mad game.
Each danger he faces, he boasts with a roar,
“Behold, I am stronger, I am the storm’s core!”
Yet we, his poor crew, we shudder in fright,
“From Ahab’s wild storms, we must seek shelter tonight.
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