Moby Dick; Or, The Rabbit

Some said we merely followed orders. Others, the whims of a madman. I knew we chased a ghost.

We followed down the hole, and past that infernal tea party. We would circle around perdition's flames before he would give him up.

It was Ahab's singular obsession. To forever pursue the white rabbit that had trespassed onto his vegetable patch one autumn night so many years ago.

We heard him rant from the back of our carriage deep into the night.

"From hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee. Ye damned rabbit."