It brought the thoughts of far lands and distant cities.
He strolled out to the pier and watched the last ropes cast loose.

The ship was not large, and even in the dark it seemed dingy and dilapidated.

He guessed that, big or small, this boat would carry her crew to some distant quarter of the world, and therefore to a place to be desired.
A strong voice gave an order from the deck--a hard voice with a ring in it like the striking of iron against iron.

Harrigan glanced up with a start of recognition, and by the light of a swinging lantern he saw McTee.

If he were in command, this ship was certainly going to a far port.