In the Heart of the Sea Quotes

Owen Coffin : Say it! Say it! Say you're scared!
Owen Chase : I will not.

To return to port without a single barrel of oil would be a mistake, sir. And not behoove a man whose name is Pollard. Or Chase, for that matter. And the best thing for both of us would be to work all hours Gods sends us, fill this ship with oil and be home inside a year and rid of one another as quickly as possible. Trust me, I am every bit as desirous of that as you.

Owen Chase : You're on your first Nantucket sleigh ride, boy!
Owen Coffin : Oh my God! Whoo!

Peggy Chase : Oh my God... Oh my God...
Owen Chase : I promised you, didn't I?

George Pollard : "Chase." That's an off-island name, isn't it?
Owen Chase : Yes, it is. And very shortly we will be off-island for some time, and I'll be very much at home.

Owen Chase : It's a privilege to know the moment of one's death in advance - be able to prepare for it. Cursed to be so far from home - without a chance to say goodbye, without a chance to make peace; without a chance to settle scores. Then let us at least settle those between us, Captain.
George Pollard : Captain of what?
Owen Chase : The Essex was lost through no fault of yours. I was as much to blame for...
George Pollard : You are not the captain! But you were born to do this job. I was just born into it.
Owen Chase : What do we do, do you think, George? And what offense did we give God to upset him so?
George Pollard : The only creature to have offended God here is the whale.
Owen Chase : Not us? In our arrogance, our greed. Look were we find ourselves.
George Pollard : We are supreme creatures made in God's own likeness. Earthly kings, whose business it is to circumnavigate the planet bestowed to us. To bend nature to our will.
Owen Chase : You really feel like an earthly king after everything that we've been through? We're nothing. We're... we're specks. And dust.
George Pollard : We sail into the sun at dawn. If we are to die, then with God's grace, let us die as men.

Gone fishin', aren't we?

The tragedy of the Essex is the story of men. And a Demon.

We were headed for the edge of sanity... like we were aberrations, phantoms. Trust gave way to doubt. Hope to superstition.

We were weeks in the doldrums. That part of the Pacific is more desert than ocean. The sun beating down.

Greed took hold of our captain and first mate. So we headed out. A thousand leagues along the equator. Where knowledge ended, speculation began. That's where the whales had gone to hide. As far from man as they could possibly go. But we hunted them down. Centuries before, sailors feared sailing off the edge of the Earth. But we where headed for the edge of sanity. Trust gave way to doubt. Hope to blind superstition.

Old Thomas Nickerson : Take the money and leave! The devil's bargain.
Herman Melville : No, sir. The devil loves unspoken secrets. Especially those that fester in a man's soul.
Old Thomas Nickerson : What's yours?