That was all that Eliza was allowed to take in before the gunny sack descended over her head, and was made snug – but not tight – around her neck. Someone hugged her around the knees and lifted her feet off the deck while another caught her by the armpits. She feared, only for a moment, that she was about to be thrown overboard like Jacques (and – to judge from a booming splash audible through the gunny sack – Jean-Baptiste). As she was being carried belowdecks she heard a terse utterance in Dutch, then, all around the kaag , a storm of thudding and rustling: passengers' knees hitting the deck, and hats being whipped off their heads.