Moby Dick. The Man.

John sits on the surfer's bench, his back to the  hordes of humanity on the boardwalk-his eyes towards the lifeless, black Atlantic. The bench is named in honor of someone none of the surfer's remember.

Adjin slaps John on the shoulder

'You again? You are on the boards a lot. You still working in the city.'

John

'Yuppers. Part time writer.'

Adjin sits next to him.

'Wish I had your life.'

John

'My life is a Tale of Two Bernies. Two millionaires duking it out...destroying themselves for revenge...through stealing accounts from each other. But....that's why they hire writers...'

Adjin

'Mine is Moby Dick. That's who I work for.'

John

'...oh like symbolically...like a force of nature...or even God...the great white whale.'

Adjin

'No. I work for a big, White dick. What part of Moby are you not getting?'

John

'Don't let your own hatred kill you Ahab.'

Adjin rolls his eyes at him.

John

'Well it's an American classic.'

Adjin

'I hate that...'

John

'What?'

Adjin

'American classics. No sex. No boobs.'

John

'There was a big sperm whale.'

Adjin looks sarcastically. Points at his chest.

'Muslim.'

John

'Just saying'

Adjin

'My Moby is actually running the Moby Dick ride...you know...white & blue flashing lights in the shape of  waves, painting of the angry white whale behind a boat going up and down-tourists screaming...hurling if you are lucky enough to catch one who can't take it. A Seaside Heights New Jersey classic.'

John

'We do so honor our literary heritage here sir. Anyway, I take it from your eye- patch, you are working the pirate ride.'

Adjin

'You are good. Maybe my Moby can hire you until yours does.'

John

'Doing what?'

Adjin

'Oh I don't know what you can do. I've got it. You could fix the brakes on the bumper cars.'

John

'I don't know how to fix brakes.'

Adjin

'There are no brakes on bumper cars, Get it? Bumper cars...they bump into each other.'

John

'Sounds like us. So where is this...Mr Moby Dick.'

Adjin

'Everywhere...he kinda comes up on you.'

John

'Like God. Like that whale. See what you get from reading classics.'

Adjin

'I get to wear a pirate eye patch.'

John

'...and speak a crappy English accent. Bettah than a finger in your eye.'

Adjin

'What? My accent is good.'

John

'Your channeling...Burt from Mary Poppins.'

Adjin

'Let's go find Moby Dick. God....o.k. Mr over-think-oh-so-educated-part-time-writer-no-break-bumper-car-break-fixer.'

John

'Classic.'