He had done much worse.

He had robbed him of power and place and comfort, crucified his pride, and condemned him to the hardship of the common sailor that would last as long as his healthy breath lasted, which promised to be for a long time.
We completed our run across the Pacific, lifted the volcanic peaks, jungle-clad, of the Bonin Islands, sailed in among the reefs to the land-locked harbour, and let our anchor rumble down where lay a score or more of sea-gypsies like ourselves.

The scents of strange vegetation blew off the tropic land.

Aborigines, in queer outrigger canoes, and Japanese, in queerer sampans, paddled about the bay and came aboard.

It was my first foreign land; I had won to the other side of the world, and I would see all I had read in the books come true.