The captain seized him by the nape of the neck and jerked him back to his feet, blinking and gasping, thoroughly subdued.
"Get out and come in as you should." The bos'n fled.

A moment later a timid knock came at the door and McTee bade him enter.

He stepped in, cap in hand, his eyes on the floor.
"The first mate's drunk, sir, an' runnin' amuck with the ship.

He's at the wheel an' he won't leave it.

We've nearly scraped one reef already.
You know this ain't any open sea, sir.