I made the recent discovery that Captain Ahabs first mate was named Starbuck. It all makes sense to me now. I can just see him standing on the deck of the pequod with a parrot perched on his shoulder like legions of other sea worthy characters, bellowing commands. Repeated in unison by his swearthy shipmates;

"Right Rudder left!"
`Right Rudder Left!"

Jib up the starboard side!!
Aye, Jib up the starboard side!!

and so it is today...in the very coffee house that bares his name...that the distant echoing calls of the old first mate can still be heard..

Tall Nonfat Vanilla Latte!
Tall Nonfat Vanilla Latte!

Viente Mocha Frappaccino!
Aye, Viente Mocha Frappaccino!

and the large white whales roll up and away from the marble counter....

Thar they blow.