“At sea one day, you’ll smell land where there’ll be no land, and on that day Ahab will go to his grave, but he’ll rise again within the hour. He will rise and beckon. Then all – all save one shall follow.”
“I believe I smell land and it is queer for it smells of oil and it reeks the air I breathe.” The Arab said to the men he lead into the desert looking for the pure White Camel of legend.
They were a strange group of biologist looking for the albino humpback. They were joined by a large group who were looking for the ark of Noah. They called themselves the Enlightened Ones and yet they depend on their Arab to take them through the desert for they were ill equipped for the hardships ahead.
And there was one called Ishbarm. They called him that for he was from the province of Ishbarm. Strange but no one else was from there and no one knew of it or him.
They traveled over the waves of the dunes and through adventures of doom and death. Finally what was left of the party saw through their eyes now reddened by the sun a glimpse of the camel. It was white and galloped through the desert even in the heat of the day. They pursued it and died. Sucked into the sands by quicksand and their own ignorance of the terrain. Two survived Ishbarm and the Arab who lead them.
The Arab called for his camel and it came to him and astride it he galloped away. Leaving only Ishbarm to make his way back to civilization. He succeeded for a caravan came by way to the south and picked up this man crawling in the desert mumbling something about a camel and an ark. They brought him back and he sat in a rocking chair, rocking to and fro as if on the sea, muttering, “I saw it, and I must see it again.”
Look into the fire of life and become deranged.