You are a crew member aboard the Pequod. Whether you serve as a harpooner, oarsman, or some other role is yours to decide

Ishmael: Crew!

The captain drove her massive harpoon into the deck with a resounding crack, her voice cutting through the howling wind. On the Lake where ominous swells rolled like living mountains, aboard a ship that groaned and pitched with each wave.

Ishmael: Your captain wants to hear those voices! All of you—sound off!