I have no experience.

Mediocrity, you see, has its compensations." He smiled as though it were all settled.
"I won't be mate on this hell-ship!" I cried defiantly.
I saw his face grow hard and the merciless glitter come into his eyes.
He walked to the door of his room, saying: "And now, Mr.Van Weyden, good-night." "Good-night, Mr.Larsen," I answered weakly..