After much prolonged sauntering and many random inquiries, I learnt that there were three ships up for three-years’ voyages — The Devil-Dam, the Tit-bit, and the Pequod. Devil-dam, I do not know the origin of; Tit-bit is obvious; Pequod, you will no doubt remember, was the name of a celebrated tribe of Massachusetts Indians, now extinct as the ancient Medes. I peered and pryed about the Devil-Dam; from her, hopped over to the Tit-bit; and, finally, going on board the Pequod, looked around her for a moment, and then decided that this was the very ship for us.
Op 30 maart 1971 waren Jerry, Zov en Gordon op paasbest. Die dag openden deze drie vrienden in Seattle immers hun eerste koffiezaak, die later zou uitgroeien tot een internationaal succesverhaal. Hoewel ze oorspronkelijk de naam Pequod in gedachten hadden, beslisten ze dan toch maar zich Starbucks te gaan noemen.
‘Holloa!’ he breathed at last, ‘who be ye smokers?’
‘Shipped men,’ answered I, ‘when does she sail?’
‘Aye, aye, ye are going in her, be ye? She sails to-day. The Captain came aboard last night.’
‘What Captain? — Ahab?’
‘Who but him indeed?’
I was going to ask him some further questions concerning Ahab, when we heard a noise on deck.
‘Holloa! Starbuck’s astir,’ said the rigger. ‘He’s a lively chief mate, that; good man, and a pious; but all alive now, I must turn to.’ And so saying he went on deck, and we followed.’