The pain from my hurt knee was agonizing.

I could not put my weight on it, or, at least, I thought I could not put my weight on it; and I felt sure the leg was broken.

But the cook was after me, shouting through the lee galley door: "'Ere, you! Don't tyke all night about it! Where's the pot?
Lost overboard?
Serve you bloody well right if yer neck was broke!" I managed to struggle to my feet.

The great tea-pot was still in my hand.

I limped to the galley and handed it to him.