The sandbox was that on which a fire might be lighted at sea if need were, but none had been used on it as yet.

Hard by were two casks lashed to ringbolts on deck, one of which was covered, and the other had a spigot in it.

They held oatcake in one, and water in the other, as perhaps one might have expected, here where the men of the crew would gather forward.

And the kettle was full of boiled meat, which was maybe the most welcome sight to us that we could have looked on.

For, if we had managed to forget it, we were famished.
So then and there we made a royal meal, asking not at all what the meat might be, only knowing that it was good, thanks to the unknown hands which had made it ready.