Voices are heard.

Somewhere near by people are shouting, scolding each other, laughing and singing, like madmen, or talking sensibly and rapidly--it seems that soon one will see a strange human face distorted by horror or laughter, or fingers bent convulsively.

But there is a strong smell of the sea, and that, together with the cold, brings Khorre to his senses.
"Noni!" he calls hoarsely, but Haggart does not hear him.

After a moment's thought, he calls once more: "Captain.

Noni! Get up." But Haggart does not answer and the sailor mutters: "Noni is drunk and he sleeps.