On this deck, between the break of the poop and the steerage companion, stood the galley.

In the steerage itself, which possessed a far larger living-space than the cabin, were six capacious bunks, each double the width of the forecastle bunks, and each curtained and with no bunk above it.
"Some fella glory-hole, eh, Kwaque ?" Daughtry told his seventeen-years- old brown-skinned Papuan with the withered ancient face of a centenarian, the legs of a living skeleton, and the huge-stomached torso of an elderly Japanese wrestler.

"Eh, Kwaque! What you fella think ?" And Kwaque, too awed by the spaciousness to speak, eloquently rolled his eyes in agreement.
"You likee this piecee bunk ?" the cook, a little old Chinaman, asked the steward with eager humility, inviting the white man's acceptance of his own bunk with a wave of arm.
Daughtry shook his head.

He had early learned that it was wise to get along well with sea-cooks, since sea-cocks were notoriously given to going suddenly lunatic and slicing and hacking up their shipmates with butcher knives and meat cleavers on the slightest remembered provocation.
Besides, there was an equally good bunk all the way across the width of the steerage from the Chinaman's.

The bunk next on the port side to the cook's and abaft of it Daughtry allotted to Kwaque.