boat-cloak

It was a short cloak or cape, a bit like an abbreviated boat-cloak, buttoning down the front and with draped sleeves.

Making Light: Open thread 136 2010

Night was setting in, one of the cold spring nights of the north; and it was discovered, soon after they left the ship, that in their haste they had forgotten to provide him with a boat-cloak.

The Life of Horatio Lord Nelson Southey, Robert, 1774-1843 1993

This he did, too, in spite of the coaxings of the crew, who were very fond of him, and the fact of Tom often kicking him out of his cabin, where he would take possession of his sofa whenever he had the chance, wrapping himself in Tom's boat-cloak and reclining gracefully on the cushions.

Tom Finch's Monkey and How he Dined with the Admiral

Jocko, boat-cloak, fez and all, down the main hatch, gruffly ordered his gig to be triced up to the davits, and went below to brood over his anticipated disgrace in the solitude of his own cabin, where I presently found him.

Tom Finch's Monkey and How he Dined with the Admiral

Lord Nelson, in his extreme haste to quit the St. George, had neglected to take his boat-cloak; but he would not lose a moment in returning for it, notwithstanding the inclemency of the weather and the great distance he had necessarily to go.

The Life of the Right Honourable Horatio Lord Viscount Nelson, Volume 2 James Harrison

All he could do now was to brazen out the imposture, and he huddled the boat-cloak round Jocko so as to conceal his form.

Tom Finch's Monkey and How he Dined with the Admiral

The First Lieutenant of the visitors flung his boat-cloak over his shoulders.

A Tall Ship On Other Naval Occasions 1886-1967 Bartimeus 1926

There was something familiar in the figure, covered up, as it was, with the rough beard, and with a ship's boat-cloak.

Jim Davis John Masefield 1922

So saying she wrapped a boat-cloak about her and, spreading out the other, lay down thereon and so near that I might have touched her where she lay.

Black Bartlemy's Treasure Jeffery Farnol 1915

Now here she turned, her face hid from me 'neath a fold of the great boat-cloak, and spake no more.

Black Bartlemy's Treasure Jeffery Farnol 1915