He knew the power of love.
Barbara had not gone up the greasy ladder to the bridge and waited on deck.

She had left home without much breakfast, in the dark, and was cold and rather depressed.

All was gloomy and strangely flat.

The tug looked small and was horribly dirty.

Coal-dust covered rails and ropes; grimy drops from the rigging splashed on the trampled black mud on deck.
The crew were not sober and their faces were black.