Ex Sardanapalus by John Arthur Barry — Read

‘Make it eight bells! Go below, the starboard watch!'

A few minutes later, and eight men sat on eight sea-chests, looking hungrily across at one another. Between them lay an empty meat-kid.[1] In a box alongside were some biscuits, black and honeycombed with weevil-holes. Dinner was over in the _Sardanapalus'_ fo'c'stle, but still her starboard watch glared hungrily at each other.