And so to supper, with huge hard biscuit and stony cheese, and the full wine jug passed from mouth to mouth.

To every man a fork and to every man his place within arm's length of the great basin--mottled green and white within, red brown and unglazed on the outside.

But the man at the helm has an earthen plate, and the jug is passed aft to him from time to time.
Not that he has much to do as he lies there on his six-foot deck that narrows away so sharply to the stern.

He has taken a hitch round the heavy tiller with the slack of the main sheet to keep it off the side of his head while he eats.

There is no current, and there is not a breath of air.