cried peleg. "pious harpooneers never make good voyagers—it takes the shark out of ’em; no harpooneer is worth a straw who aint pretty sharkish. there was young nat swaine, once the bravest boat-header out of all nantucket and the vineyard; he joined the meeting, and never came to good. he got so frightened about his plaguy soul, that he shrinked and sheered away from whales, for fear of after-claps, in case he got stove and went to davy jones."