Hope came down on the pier to Malbone, who was looking at the boats.
On the south side of the pier a man had just tied up a motor-boat.
Seeing a pier jutting out, he heedlessly followed it to the very end.
The pier is all but on the bowsprit, and you think you are there—roll, roar, wash!
Now we were moving in close to the pier, with a whole fleet of tugs around us.