Chapter 16: The Ship

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌⁠In bed we concocted our plans for the morrow. But to my surprise and no small concern, Queequeg now gave me to understand, that he had been diligently consulting Yojo—the name of his black little god—and Yojo had told him two or three times over, and strongly insisted upon it everyway, that instead of our going together among the whaling-fleet in harbor, and in concert selecting our craft; instead