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- # Here’s the ship’s navel, this doubloon here
## Overview
This is a section extracted from the plain text file [moby_dick.txt](arke:01KG89J198KE6FY8WPVJQQRCZ6), specifically lines 16837-16851. It is part of [CHAPTER 99. The Doubloon.](arke:01KG8AMA8Z935HRK7VVGR9ARH4) within the [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW) collection. This section immediately follows [Pip's interpretation of the doubloon](arke:01KG8ANK9HVB30VD6Q0XR3DG6J).
## Context
The text file [moby_dick.txt](arke:01KG89J198KE6FY8WPVJQQRCZ6) is part of a larger collection of works by Herman Melville. This section was extracted automatically using a structure-extraction-lambda function.
## Contents
This section contains a monologue beginning with the line "Here’s the ship’s navel, this doubloon here." The speaker references the doubloon nailed to the mast, interpreting it as the ship's navel. The monologue touches on themes of desperation, fate, and the allure of gold, with references to "old Ahab! the White Whale." The speaker transitions into seemingly unrelated anecdotes about a pine tree containing a silver ring and God "blackberrying." The section concludes with a call to "Cook!" and "Jenny!" to prepare hoe-cake.
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- “Here’s the ship’s navel, this doubloon here, and they are all on fire
to unscrew it. But, unscrew your navel, and what’s the consequence?
Then again, if it stays here, that is ugly, too, for when aught’s
nailed to the mast it’s a sign that things grow desperate. Ha, ha! old
Ahab! the White Whale; he’ll nail ye! This is a pine tree. My father,
in old Tolland county, cut down a pine tree once, and found a silver
ring grown over in it; some old darkey’s wedding ring. How did it get
there? And so they’ll say in the resurrection, when they come to fish
up this old mast, and find a doubloon lodged in it, with bedded oysters
for the shaggy bark. Oh, the gold! the precious, precious, gold! the
green miser’ll hoard ye soon! Hish! hish! God goes ’mong the worlds
blackberrying. Cook! ho, cook! and cook us! Jenny! hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, Jenny, Jenny! and get your hoe-cake done!”
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- Here’s the ship’s navel, this doubloon here