Dappa has pulled two sailors away from what they've been doing the last half-hour: standing by a gunport carrying on a learned discourse about an approaching pirate-sloop. The sailors considered this to be time well spent, but Dappa felt otherwise. These two spend a minute consulting the Diagram, and Daniel realizes with moderate astonishment that they both know how to read, and interpret figures. They agree that the out-moded china is to be found forward, and so that's where they go – to the most beautiful part of the ship, where many ribs radiate from the up-curving keel, forming an upside-down vault, so it's like being a fly exploring the ceiling of a cathedral. The sailors move a few crates out of the way – they never stop talking, each trying to outdo the other in bloodcurdling yarns about the cruelty of certain infamous pirates. They pull up a hatch that gives access to the bilge, and in no time at all two crates of markedly ugly china have been fetched out. The crates themselves are handsome productions of clear-grained red cedar, chosen because it won't rot in the wet bilge. Into them the china has been thrown with no packing material between items, so part of Daniel's work is already done. He thanks the two sailors and they look back at him queerly, then return abovedecks. Daniel spreads an old hammock – two yards of sailcloth – on the planking, tips a crate over, and then attacks its spilled contents with a maul.