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Sailor Ishmael was I, in those days; a man of space, returning there again and again to wander through the void, protected from death only by a thin layer of metal and the work of my fellow crew. Seeking to leave some troubles behind me, which I had run into in Manhattan, I made to travel to Reestablished Bedford; and from there, I would take up a berth upon a wailer, a spacewhaler, a hunter of those greatest of voidfish.