but, at last, he turned to his comrade, with a final sort of look about him,—"captain bildad—come, old shipmate, we must go. back the main-yard there! boat ahoy! stand by to come close alongside, now! careful, careful!—come, bildad, boy—say your last. luck to ye, starbuck—luck to ye, mr. stubb—luck to ye, mr. flask—good-bye and good luck to ye all—and this day three years i’ll have a hot supper smoking for ye in old nantucket. hurrah and away!"