The Candles

All the yard-arms were tipped with a palid fire; and touched at each tri-pointed lightning-rod-end with three tapering white flames, each of the three tall masts was silently burning in that sulphurous air, like three gigantic wax tapers before an altar.

Herman Melville, Moby-Dick, Chapter CXIX, “The Candles”

In anticipation of White Whale Vol. 1, I give you The Candles, free in knitty Deep Fall 2011. The sea, the palid fire. A long, seaworthy jacket, just like second-mate Stubb would recommend:

“They laugh at long-togs, so, Flask; but seems to me, a long tailed coat ought always to be worn in all storms afloat. The tails tapering down that way, serve to carry off the water, d’ye see.” (Moby-Dick, Chapter CXXI, “Midnight—The Forecastle Bulwarks”)

Thanks to The Fibre Company for the yarn, Shipyard Point Glassworks for the buttons, Caro for the photographs, and Amy at knitty for believing that I could accomplish this within the necessary time frame. I'm finding that it takes at least three or four inspired people to make a great design, and I couldn't have done this without them.