The smoke rolled away in sullen heaps. To every pitch of the ship there was a pitch of the boiling oil, which seemed all eagerness to leap into their faces. Opposite the mouth of the works, on the further side of the wide wooden hearth, was the windlass. This served for a sea-sofa. Here lounged the watch, when not otherwise employed, looking into the red heat of the fire, till their eyes felt scorched in their heads. Their tawny features, now all begrimed with smoke and sweat, their matted beards, and the contrasting barbaric brilliancy of their teeth, all these were strangely revealed in the capricious emblazonings of the works. As they narrated to each other their unholy adventures, their tales of terror told in words of mirth; as their uncivilized laughter forked upwards out of them, like the flames from the furnace; as to and fro, in their front, the harpooneers wildly gesticulated with their huge pronged forks and dippers; as the wind howled on, and the sea leaped, and the ship groaned and dived, and yet steadfastly shot her red hell further and further into the blackness of the sea and the night, and scornfully champed the white bone in her mouth, and viciously spat round her on all sides; then the rushing Pequod, freighted with savages, and laden with fire, and burning a corpse, and plunging into that blackness of darkness, seemed the material counterpart of her monomaniac commander's soul.
浓烟愤愤地成团成团滚了出来。船身每一簸动，滚腾的鲸油也簸动一阵，象是一个劲儿要泼到他们脸上似的。在炼油间对门的地方，在大木灶架的另一头，就是那只绞车。这只绞车就是海上的沙发。在用不着它的时候，值班的人就在那里休憩一会，眼睛直瞪着那赤热的烈火，望得眼睛好象要烧焦了。他们那茶色的脸，现在都让烟和汗弄得腌里腌，他们那缠结着的胡子，和那适成对比的富有野气的明亮的牙齿，全都在炼油间的变化无定的装饰下显得很为奇特。他们在交谈他们那些不干不净的险遇，那些用神秘的话语说出来的恐怖的故事；他们的嘴里冒出那些不很文雅的大笑声，有如灶子里冒出来的烈焰一样；标枪手们在火焰前面踱来踱去，手里乱指乱晃地拿着他们那粗大的枪柄和勺柄。风不住咆哮，海在奔腾，船在哼叫冲潜，然而却还坚定不移地把它那地狱的赤焰不住地冲向漆黑的海洋、漆黑的夜空，船头傲慢地嚼着白沫，恶意地把周围泼溅得一片茫茫；总之，这时候，这艘载着野人，负着大火，在烧死尸，正在冲进那黑暗的深渊里，向前奔赶的"裴廓德号"，似乎就是那个患偏热症的船长的心灵的具体的复本。