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"Then there you lie like the one warm spark in the heart of an arctic crystal."
Ishmael talks about being cozy. Queequeg begins to tell the history of his island.
"No more my splintered heart and maddened hand were turned against the wolfish world."
Ishmael and Queequeg beome besties.
"In this world, shipmates, sin that pays its way can travel freely, and without a passport; whereas Virtue, if a pauper, is stopped at all frontiers."
Ishmael takes in Father Mapple's Sermon about Jonah, sin and salvation.
"Father Mapple was in the hardy winter of a healthy old age; that sort of old age which seems merging into a second flowering youth, for among all the fissures of his wrinkles, there shone certain mild gleams of a newly developing bloom."
Ishmael takes in the church and the minister there and cannot help but see how whaling is incorporated into every aspect of New Bedford life.
"But Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope."
Ishmael wanders into a chapel and sees the memorials of sailors long dead and gone. Thinking of the living and the dead, he falls into a melancholy and a happiness at his future on a whale boat.
"Still New Bedford is a queer place."
Ishmael tells of the strange people of New Bedford, a cross roads of the world. A rest stop of the high seas.
"A good laugh is a mighty good thing, and rather too scarce a good thing."
Ishmael goes to breakfast and is fascinated by the sailors, oddly quiet. He's keeping a curious eye focused on Queegqueg.
"But Queequeg, do you see, was a creature in the transition state—neither caterpillar nor butterfly."
Ishmael wakes up and tells of a strange dream. Queequeg gets dressed.
"When it comes to sleeping with an unknown stranger, in a strange inn, in a strange town, and that stranger a harpooneer, then your objections indefinitely multiply."
A very nervous Ishmael secures lodging but has to share a bed with a stranger. Chaos ensues.
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