Going forward, she picked it up.

It still smelt disgustingly of spirits.

Evidently the two men had dropped it in the course of their midnight walk, or rather roll.

Where had they gone to?
Straight in front of her a rocky promontory ran out fifty paces or more into the waters of the fjord-like bay.

She walked along it aimlessly till presently she perceived one of the sailor's hats lying on the ground, or, rather, floating in a pool of water.