Hurry back.

And don't stop at Mike's or Johnny's,"-- smiling.
"I never touch anything heavier than ale, sir." Mike's or Johnny's; it saved him the trouble of asking.

Tippling pubs where stewards foregathered.
His uniform was his passport.

Nobody questioned him as he passed the barrier at a dog-trot.

Outside the smelly pier (sugar, coffee and spices, shipments from Killigrew and Company) he paused to send a short prayer to heaven.