Suddenly he shouts commandingly: "Boatswain!" "Yes," Khorre jumps up.
"Whistle for everybody to go up on deck." "Yes." The boatswain's shrill whistle pierces sharply into the open body of the storm.

Everything comes to life, and it looks as though they were upon the deck of a ship.

The waves are crying with human voices.

In semi-oblivion, Haggart is commanding passionately and angrily: "To the shrouds!--The studding sails! Be ready, forepart! Aim at the ropes; I don't want to sink them all at once.

Starboard the helm, sail by the wind.