The nails were discoloured and black, while the skin was already grained with dirt which even a scrubbing-brush could not remove.

Then blisters came, in a painful and never-ending procession, and I had a great burn on my forearm, acquired by losing my balance in a roll of the ship and pitching against the galley stove.

Nor was my knee any better.

The swelling had not gone down, and the cap was still up on edge.

Hobbling about on it from morning till night was not helping it any.