The hunters were still arguing and roaring like some semi-human amphibious breed.

The air was filled with oaths and indecent expressions.

I could see their faces, flushed and angry, the brutality distorted and emphasized by the sickly yellow of the sea-lamps which rocked back and forth with the ship.
Through the dim smoke-haze the bunks looked like the sleeping dens of animals in a menagerie.

Oilskins and sea-boots were hanging from the walls, and here and there rifles and shotguns rested securely in the racks.

It was a sea-fitting for the buccaneers and pirates of by-gone years.