The ship--the ship he had known ever since she came off the stocks, his home--her shelter--the uncontaminated, honest ship, was the place.
"Let us go on board.

We'll talk there," he said.

"And you will have to listen to me.

For whatever happens, no matter what they say, I cannot let you go." You can't say that (misgivings or no misgivings) she could have done anything else but go on board.

It was the appointed business of that morning.