I played the sailor and the man, fending off the skiff so that it would not mar the yacht's white paint, dropping the skiff astern on a long painter, and making the painter fast with two nonchalant half-hitches.
We went below.

It was the first sea-interior I had ever seen.

The clothing on the wall smelled musty.

But what of that?
Was it not the sea-gear of men ?--leather jackets lined with corduroy, blue coats of pilot cloth, sou'westers, sea-boots, oilskins.

And everywhere was in evidence the economy of space--the narrow bunks, the swinging tables, the incredible lockers.