Ahab On The Beach
A surreal one act play in three scenes inspired by Moby Dick was created in the English Class at the Saint George School (ASHS Site). Scenes one and two were the results of spontaneous writing exercises in which the entire class participated: Jarian Adams, Dulce Arroyo, Roberto Baez, Andre Baldwin, Danielle DiMatteo, Joseph Frusciante, Jesus Gonzalez, Carlos Green, Frank Hamer, Raymond Henley, Maria Hernandez, Anakristina Jordon, Eunshick Ko, Mirjana Luczun, Jacqueline Mullaney, Asim Martinez, Therese Okoumou, Yarissa Ortiz, Kathleen Parks, Steven Robinson, Gloria Rodrigez, Meridith Rose, Michael Shvarts, Donna Stretch, Paula Willis.
Ishmael: Blows, resentment, criticism, danger, sky blue, beating heart.
Queequeg: Going fishing in the lake.
Pete: I ain't never going fishing.
Mary: School! If I don't go, who'll handle my business?
Martha: Silence in the wind. What's going to happen? Thinking of life and death. Wondering what's going to happen.
Mary: Look. Can you see him? Oh, no! It's not him. I saw him there. It was him. Angry, but I want him.
Martha: Thinking of a poem. Reading.
Mary: Want to cry. I'm not courageous.
Jezebel: Can someone please tell me why some young people on the street are so stupid? They will fight or shoot a gun off for any reason.
Pete: Either it's over money, a gift, or something that someone else has and they don't.
Starbuck: Get it! Don't break it! Do the right thing before it's too late.
Queequeg: Smoke it. Don't chase it.
Ishmael: I'm trying to stop smoking, so I will have more energy.
Pete: Hey, what's up? Guess who I saw this morning. Big Ed. I was talking to him for a few minutes, so I was late for school. But, it's all good because I haven't seen him in a while.
Mary: Because his family said that he moved to another state.
Jezebel: I'd like to move to another state.
Martha: Or another town. No matter where I go I got to get money so I can eat and live comfortably; with big color TV's, large sofas and mad clothes.
Queequeg: And guns in a big house.
Mary: I went to the beach with my boyfriend. We just sat on the sand watching the waves roll up. We were also looking up at the midnight sky, watching the stars and the moon.
Ishmael: The sky was full of stars and flying airplanes above. A shade of blue dominates the sky.
Queequeg: The sky is a beautiful thing especially on a nice day when it's clear blue.
Ishmael: My stomach is growling. I skipped breakfast. I'm not sure, but I think the girl next to me hears it.
Starbuck: This reminds me of Bill Cosby. I feel like I'm watching people dance around.
Queequeg: The way I kill people, sell drugs and get money. That's all there is to do in Brooklyn, New York. Bedstuy.
Mary: New York is the best city with exciting things to do.
Queequeg: Today I go on a job interview. I hope I get the job, because I'm tired of selling drugs. It's bad for my health. But, if I don't get the job I will continue to sell drugs until I die.
Ishmael: Drugs are good. I guess. If you're into that kind of thing.
Starbuck: We are sorta into that thing. Whatever it may be. But it depends on the kinda person. Not everyone is the same. If we were that would make life on earth stagnant. Being different makes life fun.
Jezebel: I should've stayed in bed. This is pointless.
Pete: I can't imagine my self selling drugs all my life, but if I have to I will because I got to get that money.
Starbuck: Money is great. It makes the world go round. I don't see how the world would work with no money.
Pete: A person needs some kinda money nowadays to buy stuff. People can't live without money. Money is good. Money is power. Money is respect. Without money there is no good. There is no power or respect. To get money, people need to work. Without work there is no money. Understand!
Ishmael: The waves are rough. It seems scary.
Elijah: It seems relaxing to me.
Pete: Sometimes I don't like being relaxed as any inquisitive and thirsty creature is. . .
Queequeg: I stayed to see the tragedy. I felt the pain.
Ishmael: I lay within that dark and scary night. Lord, what a night. In all my life . . .
Queequeg: Hunting every night, the wolves' dance.
Starbuck: I watch the still stars shining so bright.
Elijah: Calm and peace.
Starbuck: The music is very calm. I like the sounds of the water. I like this music, but I would never be able to dance to it.
Queequeg: I think "Juice" was Tupac's best movie. I saw "Gang Related" last night. They made Tupac seem soft in "Gang Related". "Juice" to me was a classic.
Jezebel: Blood, murder, thinking, looking, sky, water, drinking a beer.
Martha: Beer is nasty to me.
Pete: I like liquor.
Starbuck: I feel like playing handball.
Pete: I suck at handball.
Ishmael: Handball is a good sport to play during the summer.
Jezebel: Yes. Summer with water. The beach, thinking of breathing life. Creatures . . .
Queequeg: Smoking a stogie.
Ishmael: It was a long cloudy morning. I stood on watch . . .
Starbuck: It's getting rough.
Jezebel: It sounds like someone is crying in the back. Sometimes that is beautiful. Sometimes tragic and dull.
Mary: Love is the greatest thing a person can have or feel. So feel love for someone in your life.
Martha: I was with my man waiting for the bus, and he told me about a very special moment.
Jezebel: Sounds dangerous.
Elijah: Now it sounds sweet.
Pete: The sound put me to sleep.
Ishmael: Imagine a stormy night alone on a boat to nowhere and the whales dancing all around you. It's great letting all your guards down.
Pete: I'm leaving.
Martha: I guess you don't care if I come back.
Pete: I can't stay I'm leaving.
Martha: Every time we talk about something you got to walk out the door.
Pete: I don't care. Peace!
Martha: Well, I guess I'll go too, then !!! I'm out.
Starbuck: I'm leaving!
Mary: Honey, do you have to go?
Starbuck: Yes. I have to go.
Mary: But, why?
Starbuck: Because I don't have a job to support the family.
Mary: But, Starbuck, you can't leave your family like this. What about our farm? The farm that my late father left us.
Starbuck: You can take care of the farm while I am gone. I'll be back in a few months.
Mary: I can understand that, but where are you going?
Starbuck: I'm going upstate New York to sell drugs to get some quick money.
Mary: You got to be kidding! How foolish of you; leaving your beloved wife and kids to support themselves while you're selling drugs. What's going to happen if you get shot?
Starbuck: I might die, but all the money will be sent to you; and I have a few savings bonds in the bottom of the desk. You will be OK!
Martha: I'm leaving.
Pete: Where are you going?
Martha: I don't know right now, but I want to go somewhere with peace and quiet.
Pete: Why? What happened? What did I do?
Martha: You always give me a hard time and I hate this situation.
Pete: I was always your friend. I would never give you a hard time. You are my friend. I trust you very much. Stay. I don't want you to go.
Martha: I need time to think about our relationship. So please, let me go and think about it.
Mary: What I have to tell you took me a whole week to think of how to deliver in order not to hurt you.
Starbuck: I have to know. What is going on between us?
Mary: Don't you know? Where have you been lately? Don't you feel my state of being?
Starbuck: I really don't know if I feel that we have a good thing.
Mary: Oh you men are so typical.
Starbuck: I am not being typical. I just want to know if there is something going on between you and, maybe, someone else.
Mary: No. You know that. Although you really really should realize that marriage not only consists of bread winning.
Starbuck: I realize that. I love you, but there has to be a common ground between us. A form of trust of some sort. I don't want to lose our relationship.
Mary: I love you too, of course. And more. But, I need more; so much more.
Ahab: I'm leaving because I must kill the mighty whale!
Jezebel: Can I come with you and join in on the fun?
Ahab: No, beloved, it's no place for so gentle a creature.
Jezebel: Nothing is too dangerous for me.
Ahab: Ah, my lovely . . . So you are one of those strange girls I see hanging around the whips and chairs!
Jezebel: I like excitement!
Ahab: Oh, do you? Then I'll be staying around here a bit longer.
Moby Dick: One day, as I was swimming along the ocean, I saw Ahab on the beach. He saw me, too. The sun was shining. It was a beautiful day. Ahab was sitting on the sand. He got up as soon as he saw me.
Ahab: What do you want?
Moby Dick: I . . . I just want to apologize about your leg.
Ahab: You damn well should! A man is nothing without a leg.
Moby Dick: I did say I was sorry. But, don't forget, you were the one who attacked me. You planned to kill me. You brought people over my home so you could kill me. All I was . . .
Ahab: (Furious, pointing his finger at the whale) I would kill you and cut you in pieces and feed your flesh to the birds. They will laugh at you and my vengeance would be complete.
Moby Dick: (In an agonized voice) Why are you so mad at me? You killed my family and friends to satisfy your ego. You, murderer! You took the breath of every person I have known.
Ahab: (Feeling indifferent) You deserved it. What do you expect? You are a whale.
Moby Dick: I can't understand you. You think because I'm a whale you have the right to treat me any way you want?
Ahab: (Nodding) You got that right.
Moby Dick: (Confused and astonished, but remains calm) You know maybe I was a human being in another world. Maybe I was a woman who . . . (Stops as Ahab laughs)
Ahab: (Chuckling) Yeah. Not in my world. In your dreams. Maybe. (He can't help laughing even louder)
Moby Dick: (Quiet for a moment, then . . .) All I'm saying is that there is no reason you should be treating me like this, just because I'm not one of yours.
Ahab: (Spits) You devil! You are nothing but a stupid whale.
Moby Dick: (Draws back, but stops) You know I was wondering if you're not a mad man. By the way you talk, you may have had trouble when you were young. There must be something troubling you from your childhood.
Ahab: You don't know anything about my childhood, so don't you dare talk about it! I had a perfect childhood. My parents loved me even though they never really told me that.
Moby Dick: (Playing psychologist) So, is that so? You must have thought about this many times. Perhaps that is what is bothering you. You can tell me, Ahab. I'm on your side. Nobody is perfect, you know.
(Ahab senses for that first time in his life somebody was kind to him and listened to him. He hides his face and drops a tear into the sea.)