The sea was.

The land no longer was.

The _Arangi_ certainly was, along with the life that cluttered her deck.

And he proceeded to get acquainted with what was--in short, to know and to adjust himself to his new environment.
His first discovery was delightful--a wild-dog puppy from the Ysabel bush, being taken back to Malaita by one of the Meringe return boys.

In age they were the same, but their breeding was different.