Who are your confederates ?" Captain Nugent shook with fury.

The second mate had turned away, with his hand over his mouth and a suspicious hunching of his shoulders, while the steward, who had been standing by, beat a hasty retreat and collapsed behind the chart-room.
"If you don't put me ashore," said Nugent, restraining his passion by a strong effort, "I'll take proceedings against you for crimping me, the moment I reach port.

Get a boat out and put me aboard that smack." He pointed as he spoke to a smack which was just on their beam, making slowly for the harbour.
"When you've done issuing orders," said the captain, in an indifferent voice, "perhaps you'll explain what you are doing aboard my crag." Captain Nugent gazed at the stern of the fast-receding smack; Sunwich was getting dim in the distance and there was no other sail near.

He began to realize that he was in for a long voyage.
"I awoke this morning and found myself in a bunk in vow fo'c's'le," he said, regarding Hardy steadily.

"However I got there is probably best known to yourself.