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Captain Nugent awoke the morning after his attempt to crimp his son with / a bad headache. Not an ordinary headache, to disappear with a little / cold water and fresh air; but a splitting, racking affair, which made him / feel all head and dulness. Weights pressed upon his eye-lids and the / back of his head seemed glued to his pillow.
He groaned faintly and, raising himself upon his elbow, opened his eyes / and sat up with a sharp exclamation. His bed was higher from the floor / than usual and, moreover, the floor was different. In the dim light he / distinctly saw a ship's forecastle, untidy bunks with frouzy bedclothes, / and shiny oil-skins hanging from the bulkhead.