When Ishmael angsts over never having kissed Queequeg, the crew of the Pequod rally around to serve up a cavalcade of romcom clichés in their misguided attempts to find Ishmael his happily ever after. They're serious about putting romcom back into Romanticism—and if there ain't no extravagant musical number sung in the shadow of a breaching whale, then by Neptune, it ain't love.

2150. Earth has nearly been drained of its resources. In the depths of space, the trawler Pequod is on the hunt for unlicensed and rogue oil-ships. Yet their captain has a vengeful quest against a drifting derelict which nearly cost him his life. [Moby-Dick space AU]

Starbuck on watch, troubled at heart. He prays for a comforting vision, yet the maiden who appears is not the blessed comforter he was expecting! This is crossover Fan Fiction, the boys of Moby Dick versus the girls of Picnic at Hanging Rock. Rated T for mild language and disturbing themes.

Some ships pass into history, others into mariner's tales passed from one generation to another. On a calm sea and still water, it is safe to speak of ghosts, and ships that never put to port again, eternally on their endless, retracing, search...

A parody of "There she goes" about Moby Dick sang by Ishmael and Ahab.

Starbuck will do anything to save this damned crew. His soul is already tormented and broken. He can bear enough guilt and pain for all of them combined.

This science fiction sequel to the original book brings Moby and his companions into the 21st century.

This is my oral report for a college class.

Eager for inspiration, aspiring writer Ichabod joins Captain Ahole and his band of misfits aboard the Peapod, on a wild goose-chase across the American Prairie. Their target? An eleven-foot-tall, mutant, wild rooster, recognizable by his blinding-white plumage...the legendary Moby Cock. (Written as a final project for a college course on Melville.)

We all know Herman Melville's grand sea-story, the stirring tragedy of Moby-Dick, or The Whale. But what if Moby himself told us how it really happened? Here it is: the true story by the White Whale. Full of Ish/Quee slash, some Stubb and Flask action, and plenty of Ahab-bashing. I'm warning you though- Moby is quite the hothead with quite the mouth sometimes. Enjoy!

Ever wonder about Moby Dick's early life? You do? Well wonder no more.

Captain Neckbeard is a ruthless pirate with a passion for high tech piracy on the high seas. Charles Gull, the Interpol Secretary General gains superpowers, goes mad and tries to destroy the world. Can Neckbeard stop him in time, meanwhile battling Greenpeace who tries to stop his whaling practices? Contains drug use and space lasers.

Before the madness of the chase…before the boiling blood and smoking brow….there was her and a pursuit far beyond his wildest dreams Captain AhabxOC (TAKES PLACE BEFORE MOBY DICK) -FIRST FANFIC PLEASE REVIEW

QueequegxIshmael. It's not very good, but you can read it if you'd like.

Midnight, Starbuck by the mainmast, Ahab on his quarterdeck, in the eternal wake of the white whale.

After stopping for provisions on the isolated island of St Helena, a group of crew members go foraging. Starbuck finds he cannot leave Ahab and the ship, even now he has the chance.

Within reach of Moby Dick in the Pacific, Starbuck makes one last desperate plea to Ahab.

As Moby Dick approaches the Pequod, Starbuck knows that he could have saved them all.

As the voyage stretches onwards, Starbuck wonders what it would be like to end Ahab's madness once and for all.

A narrative Lit. piece I did for school. Another survivor writes home with his story. Rated for thematic elements. Vague mentions of Ishmael/Queequeg, if you cross your eyes and squint.

Ishmael bids farewell to his deceased friend and lover, Queequeg

Cahab is fed up with that damn dog Bido. He's ready for it to just lay down and die already. A PROJECT FROM SCHOOL

The real story of Ahab's wife - and what she knew about the Great White Whale's appetites.

Starbuck gets a chance to get away from Ahab. Or rather, get Ahab away from him. But he doesn't know if he should. My summaries kind of suck, so just read the story. And I didn't know what genre to put it in either.

Like her venerated ancestor Ishmael did with whaling, Melissa elaborates the prestige that comes with being a matador.