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Chapter 5
The preparations for the voyage were swift. Count Florenzo was clearly a man of substantial means and had left no stone unturned for the speedy advancement of the mission. The ship that sailed into the harbour just a couple of days after my aunt’s funeral was a Boston whaler – as impressive a vessel as any had seen in these parts for many a year, with gleaming sails and polished timber that glistened in the sunshine. It was named Moby Dick, and it was both beautiful and terrifying.
Florenzo had assembled a crew: mostly whalers from Nantucket, accustomed to the icy wastes; a Russian or two, with whom my father was able to converse in their thick guttural brogue; a Scotsman with one leg, one ear
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