Old Captain Peleg, many years her chief-mate, before he commanded another vessel of his own, and now a retired seaman, and one of the principal owners of the Pequod, --this old Peleg, during the term of his chief-mateship, had built upon her original grotesqueness, and inlaid it, all over, with a quaintness both of material and device, unmatched by anything except it be Thorkill-Hake's carved buckler or bedstead.
Thou art speaking to Captain Peleg --that's who ye are speaking to, young man.
But concentrating all his crow's feet into one scowl, Captain Peleg started me on the errand.
I had heard something of both Captain Peleg and his unaccountable old crony Bildad; how that they being the principal proprietors of the Pequod, therefore the other and more inconsiderable and scattered owners, left nearly the whole management of the ship's affairs to these two.
Well, Captain Bildad, interrupted Peleg, what d'ye say, what lay shall we give this young man?
The seven hundred and seventy-seventh lay, Captain Peleg.
He seemed quite used to impenitent Peleg and his ways.
Come hither to me --hither, hither, said Peleg, with a significance in his eye that almost startled me.