PREMIUM-MELVILLE
If Chapter 1 was all "Call me Ishmael," Chapter 2 is more like "Call me... slightly concerned."
Thought Chapter 2 was a bit unusual? Chapter 3 politely asks you to hold its harpoon.
Can a cannibal be the warmest soul in a freezing room? And what happens when a royal savage from a mapless island tells you his life story—in bed?
And just when you think the storm’s passed… along comes chowder. So much chowder. Morning, noon, and night chowder. Cod if you’re fancy. Clam if you’re classic. Both if you’re hungry.
Yojo’s in charge. Queequeg is fasting. Ishmael’s got job interviews with cantankerous Quakers. And there’s a ship with a jawbone tiller and a mysterious captain no one's seen. What could possibly go wrong?
And just as things seem settled... a mysterious figure appears, speaking in riddles about a captain known only as Old Thunder.
It's Christmas at sea—but instead of warm fires and carols, we’re greeted by fog, frost, and a few cryptic warnings.
This week's episode delivers a poetic punch, a salty defense, and a surprisingly royal twist. Curious yet? You should be.
Three mates, three harpooneers, and one captain who’s been hiding below deck like a storm you can smell but can’t yet see.
Sunshine above, unease below. What happens when a captain’s restlessness won’t stay contained?
Ever had a dream so bizarre it almost made sense? Stubb sure did. But dreams have a funny way of whispering truths… even if you’d rather not hear them.
Before chasing leviathans, Melville takes us into the wild, messy science of “cetology”—and trust me, it’s equal parts fascinating, chaotic, and a little cheeky. So… what happens when you try to classify chaos itself?
So… what happens when you try to classify chaos itself? Here's part 2 of Cetology!
Mealtime isn’t about food, it’s about who dares breathe too loud under Ahab’s watchful eye.
Ever wonder what happens when a sailor climbs higher than anyone else aboard… and ends up lost in thoughts deeper than the ocean below?
Imagine someone so certain of one thing that the whole crew forgets breakfast. Now add a hush and the thrum of something about to be set loose.
It's sunset on the Pequod… but don’t expect peace and quiet. Because when Ahab starts talking to himself, you really want to listen.
This chapter is basically the moment when you realize your boss might be… not entirely stable… and yet somehow you’re still on the group project. At sea. With no exit.
Let’s just say Stubb has… thoughts. Big thoughts. Chaotic but philosophical thoughts. Climb aboard, just… don’t look down.
If you think sailors are calm under pressure… oh, friend. Just wait till you hear what they do before the squall shows up.
Let’s just say: the sea has monsters, but sometimes the real storm is the one inside the man chasing them. Ready to meet the myth that made Ahab mad?
This week, we take a moment to pause and look back, notice what’s been quietly set in motion, and brace yourself before the white whale looms fully into view.
Ever wondered how a color could feel like a jump scare for the soul? And what if, just as you’re trying not to think about it…something knocks from below deck? 👀
Ahab rolls out the maps, sharpens his pencil, and stares down the sea like it owes him answers, and somewhere between logic and obsession, a plan quietly tightens its grip.
And just when things feel calm, two sailors start weaving… and fate itself seems to lean in and listen.
This week's episode drop you straight into the chaos of the very first lowering—and then leave you laughing nervously at fate itself. You’re not ready. And neither are they.