Chapter 17: Survival
Hours passed, then days. We floated on the coffin, alone in the vast ocean. The sun burned our skin, and thirst became a constant companion. We shared what little we had and talked of home to keep our spirits up.
Queequeg used his knowledge of the sea to help us survive. He knew which birds meant land and how to catch small fish. Without his skills, I am certain we would have died in that endless water.
On the second day, a ship appeared on the horizon. We waved and shouted until we were seen, crying with relief as they approached to rescue us from the sea that had almost taken our lives.