The smack had no mainsail to steady her, but the best was done by heaving her to under foresail and mizen.

She pitched cruelly and rolled until she must have shown her keel.

The men kept the water under with the pumps, and the sharp jerk, jerk of the rickety handles rang all night.
"She do drink some," said the skipper.
Ferrier said, "Yes, she smells like it." Down in that nauseating cabin the young man sat, holding his patient with strong, kind hands.

The vessel flung herself about, sometimes combining the motions of pitching and rolling with the utmost virulence; the bilge water went slosh, slosh, and the hot, choking odours came forth on the night.

Coffee, fish, cheese, foul clothing, vermin of miscellaneous sorts, paraffin oil, sulphurous coke, steaming leather, engine oil--all combined their various scents into one marvellous compound which struck the senses like a blow that stunned almost every faculty.