boat.
After we were hoisted back onto the boat, Henri greeted Cyril with hot wine and lead the shivering beanstalk back to their fellows; I, standing cold, wet, and certainly wanting of a dry change of clothes, received a quick handshake and, passing the glaring captain, left. Exhausted, I changed and curled up with my pack.
The next day the captain threw me off the boat when we reached a port.