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- # Epilogue
## Overview
This entity is the "Epilogue" section from the novel *Moby-Dick; or, The Whale*, spanning lines 21906 to 21937 of the source file. It is classified as a "section" within the larger structure of the novel.
## Context
The "Epilogue" is part of the novel *Moby-Dick; or, The Whale* ([arke:01KG8AJ9GN1K052QJEZVGKXJ0T]), which was extracted from the file [moby_dick.txt](arke:01KG89J198KE6FY8WPVJQQRCZ6). The novel is included in the [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW) collection. It directly follows [CHAPTER 135. The Chase.—Third Day.](arke:01KG8AM6R18AQMHM6ZM0F1777D). The "Epilogue" is contained within [BOOK III. (_Duodecimo_), CHAPTER III. (_Mealy-mouthed Porpoise_)](arke:01KG8AK83BA227D6NY5BT040FM).
## Contents
The "Epilogue" recounts the survival of Ishmael, the narrator, after the sinking of the Pequod. Ishmael describes how he survived by clinging to a coffin that surfaced amidst the wreckage. He was eventually rescued by the *Rachel*, a ship searching for its lost children, thus becoming another orphan found by the ship. The epilogue begins with a quote from the Book of Job: “AND I ONLY AM ESCAPED ALONE TO TELL THEE.”
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“AND I ONLY AM ESCAPED ALONE TO TELL THEE” Job.
The drama’s done. Why then here does any one step forth?—Because one
did survive the wreck.
It so chanced, that after the Parsee’s disappearance, I was he whom the
Fates ordained to take the place of Ahab’s bowsman, when that bowsman
assumed the vacant post; the same, who, when on the last day the three
men were tossed from out of the rocking boat, was dropped astern. So,
floating on the margin of the ensuing scene, and in full sight of it,
when the halfspent suction of the sunk ship reached me, I was then, but
slowly, drawn towards the closing vortex. When I reached it, it had
subsided to a creamy pool. Round and round, then, and ever contracting
towards the button-like black bubble at the axis of that slowly
wheeling circle, like another Ixion I did revolve. Till, gaining that
vital centre, the black bubble upward burst; and now, liberated by
reason of its cunning spring, and, owing to its great buoyancy, rising
with great force, the coffin life-buoy shot lengthwise from the sea,
fell over, and floated by my side. Buoyed up by that coffin, for almost
one whole day and night, I floated on a soft and dirgelike main. The
unharming sharks, they glided by as if with padlocks on their mouths;
the savage sea-hawks sailed with sheathed beaks. On the second day, a
sail drew near, nearer, and picked me up at last. It was the
devious-cruising Rachel, that in her retracing search after her missing
children, only found another orphan.
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