The aged Captain sat in her quarters slouched back on her chair. Though she snored, her eyes remained completely open, the white membrane covering her weathered face pulsating rhythmically. The only thing that signified she was asleep was the fact her hat was tipped over her face, and her lack of movement. Outside the window, a similarly grim view of the Pallid Whale’s insides. This was Pequod Town, made from the scraps of ships and sailors, built within the bowels of the Pallid Whale.