He is not quite sure yet whether he is awake, or whether it is all a dream.

With each strong gust of wind the flame is hurled from the fireplace, and then the entire tower seems to dance--the last shadows melt and rush off into the open door.
"Don't drink it all at once, Noni! Not all at once!" says the sailor and gently takes the bottle away from him.

Haggart seats himself and clasps his head with both hands.
"I have a headache.

What is that cry?
Was there a shipwreck ?" "No, Noni.

It is the wind playing roguishly." "Khorre!" "Captain." "Give me the bottle." He drinks a little more and sets the bottle on the table.