The whole atmosphere of it was wrong.

There were the cold hours I had waited on the pier-ends.

There was Miss West coming along.

There was the crew of broken men and lunatics.

I wondered if the wounded Greek in the 'midship house still gibbered, and if Mr.Pike had yet sewed him up; and I was quite sure I would not care to witness such a transaction in surgery.
Even Wada, who had never been in a sailing-ship, had his doubts of the voyage.