In fact, and as it was to turn out, our crew, even in these degenerate sailing days, was an unusual crew in so far as its helplessness and worthlessness were beyond the average.
I found my own room (in reality it was two rooms) delightful.

Wada had unpacked and stored away my entire outfit of clothing, and had filled numerous shelves with the library I had brought along.

Everything was in order and place, from my shaving outfit in the drawer beside the wash- basin, and my sea-boots and oilskins hung ready to hand, to my writing materials on the desk, before which a swing arm-chair, leather-upholstered and screwed solidly to the floor, invited me.

My pyjamas and dressing-gown were out.

My slippers, in their accustomed place by the bed, also invited me.
Here, aft, all was fitness, intelligence.