Requiem for Ahab
By G. J. Lau
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Requiem for Ahab is a 30,000 word novella set in 1863, using Herman Melville's Moby-Dick as a springboard for a tale about fathers and sons, war and its warriors, suffering and reconciliation.
Anyone who has read Moby-Dick knows that Captain Ahab and his crew die hunting the white whale, Moby Dick. The only survivor was a sailor named Ishmael, who tells his story and then disappears. What most don’t remember is that Ahab left behind a young wife and child, Hannah and Thomas. Ahab's life has ended, but their lives must now go on without him. They move to a small town near Boston, where she meets and marries Aaron Stoddard. The years go by, and Thomas Stoddard grows into a young man. Ahab's memory recedes deeper and deeper into a past seldom revisited by either mother or son.
When the Civil War breaks out in 1861, Thomas enlists in the 2nd Massachusetts Infantry Regiment and sees action at Antietam and Chancellorsville. Then comes the Battle of Gettysburg, where Thomas is wounded and has his leg amputated. He can't help but remember Ahab's fate, and he wonders if he too will go mad. Thomas realizes he knows very little about his father's death ... or life. There is only one man who can help him discover the truth about his father’s madness—the sailor who called himself Ishmael.
The search for Ishmael leads Thomas first to New Bedford and then to a small town in central Massachusetts where Thomas finally meets the elusive Ishmael, who has found chasing after dreams to be as perilous as chasing after Ahab’s white whale. Thomas and Ishmael find common cause in laying Ahab’s ghost to rest once and for all.
G. J. Lau
G. J. Lau was born in a small town near Boston. He was raised on a steady diet of family, politics, and the Red Sox. After graduating from Georgetown University, he spent two years in the Army, including a year in Vietnam in the 1st Infantry Division. He worked in as a radio operator and had the opportunity to serve in many varied locations including a battalion night defensive position, a special forces camp, and an indeterminate piece of real estate populated by scorpions and Montagnards. He then worked for the Federal government in Washington, D.C. until retirement. Since then he has done a stint in retail and now works in elections. He has volunteered as a literacy tutor, a hotline listener and as a Court Appointed Special Advocate (CASA) for children in need of assistance. He currently resides in a small city just far enough from Washington DC to be somewhere else. Visit the author’s blog at: http://www.windroot.blogspot.com/
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Requiem for Ahab - G. J. Lau
Requiem for Ahab
G. J. Lau
Copyright © 2012 G. J. Lau
Published by The Windroot Press at Smashwords
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ISBN: 978-1-4659-4834-2
Cover Design by G. J. Lau
Blog: http://www.windroot.blogspot.com/
Other Books by G. J. Lau:
The Magpie’s Secret
SitRep Negative: A Year in Vietnam
Fifty Years of Global Warming
A Misunderstood God
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 – Beginnings
Chapter 2 – Brook Farm
Chapter 3 – Culp’s Hill
Chapter 4 – Flotsam and Jetsam
Chapter 5 – The North Star
Chapter 6 – Homecoming
Chapter 7 – Abby
Chapter 8 – Aaron
Chapter 9 – Hannah
Chapter 10 – Ahab
Chapter 11 – Lindsey
Chapter 12 – The Inquiry
Chapter 13 – The Crew
Chapter 14 – The Spouter Inn
Chapter 15 – Princeton House
Chapter 16 – Ishmael
Chapter 17 – Breakfast
Chapter 18 – Mount Wachusett
Chapter 19 – The Cemetery
Chapter 20 – Departures
Chapter 21 – Requiem for Ahab
Chapter 22 – The Letter
Soundings
Chapter 1
Beginnings
I was not quite seven years old when my father died. His name was Ahab, and he was captain of the whaleship Pequod out of Nantucket. She sank off the Solomon Islands in March 1843, with all hands lost save for one sailor who was picked up two days later by another whaleship—the Rachel, captained by Josiah Gardiner—that was searching for its own lost crewmen in yet another of the mishaps that made whaling a dangerous and often fatal enterprise. The Seamen’s Bethel in New Bedford never lacked for new names to be engraved on the markers that adorned its spare white walls … markers that would never see a graveyard, memorializing sailors who would never again see the land. My father’s name was not among them. Ahab was an outcast, this being the result of the unspoken sentiment of a whaling community that resented the loss of ship and sailors not in the normal course of a dangerous trade but rather because of one man’s madness … or so it was said. The only available facts were collected during a brief official inquiry into the loss of the Pequod, facts derived mainly from the testimony of the lone survivor, a sailor identified only by the name Ishmael.
These things I was to learn much later in life. I knew nothing of them as a child growing up. I entered the world kicking and screaming on an unseasonably warm mid-June day in 1836. I was named Thomas, after my mother’s father … also a whaling captain … also lost at sea. Ahab was there to witness the blessed event and no doubt held me as any new father would, but I was still a babe in arms when he set off on yet another of the seemingly continuous whaling voyages that resulted in his being largely absent from my life from the time of my birth until his death. My mother Hannah was much younger than my father, by some 20 years. I knew very little of the circumstances of their meeting or their life together as a married couple, my mother being reluctant to talk of that time in her life, especially that period after Ahab received a terrible wound from a whale that resulted in the loss of his leg below the knee. Upon Ahab’s return home, the mood in the household changed to the point where, even as a child, I was able to understand that some terrible and sad cloud now hung over us. One of my few strong memories from that period is the sound of his ivory leg thumping against the wooden floor as he paced restlessly from one room to another, long into the night.
The death of Ahab at sea left my mother alone and without means of support by which to raise a small child. She returned to live with her mother, but both soon realized that New Bedford was not the ideal place to raise a small child. It was decided that we would go to Cohasset—a small town located about 20 miles south of Boston along the coast—to live with an aging maiden aunt who could provide a home for mother and me in return for cooking and housekeeping. After two years of caring for Aunt Polly, my mother met and married the man I came to consider my father, Aaron Stoddard. Soon after that, my grandmother in New Bedford died unexpectedly from scarlet fever, leaving us no reason to return to the place of my birth. I was by then twelve years old and had very little memory remaining of New Bedford or of Ahab. The one thing I have from that time is a piece of scrimshaw that he carved on one of his voyages: a whale tooth that depicted a ship sailing past an island under scudding clouds. I used to stare at it on my dresser and wonder what it was like to sail the Seven Seas in search of whales, but that life would remain forever a mystery to me, as would Ahab.
The father I did know and love was as tireless as he was energetic. A compact man with a strong body and a friendly demeanor—but don’t get found to be cheating or lying, for then the storm clouds would swiftly gather across his brow—he ran a ship chandler’s business that provided comfortably for my mother and myself and my half-sister, Abby. After Abby was born, we moved to a larger house that could better accommodate the needs of a growing family. That would have been in 1848, when Stockbridge Street was little more than a widened pathway bounded at both ends by the harbor. Our house was set on a small hill that overlooked a cove and the wider harbor beyond it. Behind us were marshes and woodlands perfectly suited to a small boy’s thirst for exploration and adventure. As befitted a man of my father’s growing importance in the town’s commercial affairs, we lived in a comfortable two-story clapboard house, with a first floor living area and basement that held a kitchen. The second floor held three bedrooms, two of which were arranged such that my sister had to walk through my room to get to hers … but at least I had the larger of the two.
At the back edge of the property sat a barn, where the horse and carriage were kept. Hay would drift down from the loft above, where my mother often found me stealing a nap on a hot summer afternoon. I used to love swinging open the wide doors of the loft and hanging on the block and tackle used to haul hay bales to the loft … but only when mother was not watching. In winter, the slope behind the house became a place for sledding and snowball fights between my sister and I and the other children who lived on our street, mostly the sons and daughters of the recent wave of Portuguese immigrants who provided many of the captains and crewmen who manned the fishing schooners that set out in search of mackerel. In summer, my mother maintained a vegetable garden where the fruits and vegetables we ate and preserved for winter were grown and harvested. A rose garden shaped like a horseshoe adorned the front of the plot facing Stockbridge Street. I still remember the fragrances from those roses, as sharp in my memory as the thorns that would occasionally prick my overeager fingers reaching for an especially full bloom for the vase my mother liked to have at our table.
I was given a good education through high school—where I was an average student save in the mathematical disciplines, where I displayed a natural facility for numbers and calculations—and was well positioned to assume a hard-working and hopefully successful position in my father’s ship chandlery business. Perhaps due to some residual fear instilled in me because of Ahab’s death at sea, I was a confirmed landlubber. The other children could handle a skiff as easily as walking across the street. I preferred to keep my feet on the ground, and so never worked at getting my sea legs. Despite my aversion to the sea, I soon found myself immersed in things maritime as a consequence of working in the chandlery. My nonexistent aptitude as a seaman was more than offset by my practical skills in the keeping of the accounts and the inventory. I also developed no small ability as a bargainer, such being the nature of