forescuttle

In five minutes after the forescuttle was closed, we were snugly ensconced in our berths, oblivious of squalls and gales, and all the disagreeable duties of making and taking in sail on a wet and stormy night, enjoying a comfortable nap and dreaming of happy times on shore.

Jack in the Forecastle or, Incidents in the Early Life of Hawser Martingale John Sherburne Sleeper

One of the seamen who had been brought on board nearly dead drunk, showed his figure-head above the forescuttle on the following morning.

Jack in the Forecastle or, Incidents in the Early Life of Hawser Martingale John Sherburne Sleeper

In about half an hour the voice of Stetson was heard at the forescuttle ordering him on deck.

Jack in the Forecastle or, Incidents in the Early Life of Hawser Martingale John Sherburne Sleeper

Wide-eyed and distressed of face she would wander hither and thither, peeping into the galley, peeping down the forescuttle, never uttering a word or wail, searching like an uneasy ghost, but dumb.

The Blue Lagoon: a romance 1907

There were sliding-doors let into the entrance on either side the windlass, but one of them was kept half open to admit air, the forescuttle above being closed.

Great Sea Stories Various 1897

Velo the Samoan, who, seizing the now maddened Billy Onotoa by both feet, dragged him out of the _mêlée_, and lifting him in his arms threw him down the forescuttle, whilst Barry quietened the Greek by a blow on the jaw, which sent him reeling across the deck with his blood-stained knife still clutched tightly in his hand.

Edward Barry South Sea Pearler Louis Becke 1884

As he spoke Billy Onotoa emerged from the forescuttle and was met by the Greek boatswain, who angrily bade him get back to his work again, and tearing the heavy shark hook and its tackle from his hand, flung it overboard.

Edward Barry South Sea Pearler Louis Becke 1884

Meanwhile the watch below, aroused by the yell of the look-out man, suspecting imminent deadly danger in the peculiar noise, were leaping in twos and threes up through the forescuttle, growling and swearing and grumbling, and asking of one another in those deep hurricane-chested whispers which will make a stagnant midnight atmosphere tingle, what the blooming blazes that noise was, and what was up.

The Honour of the Flag 1877

Then, it only remained to close the forescuttle and the cabin-doors, and to fasten them, to have us all prisoners below.

Afloat and Ashore A Sea Tale James Fenimore Cooper 1820