Not much to say about this sketch from one of  my A5 books. It was a little coaster off the coast of Norway butting through the increasing seas approaching a whole gale. I imagine it got pretty uncomfortable. It reminded me of the poem cargoes by John Masefield part of which goes like this:

Dirty British Coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack

Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,

With a cargo of Tyne coal,

Road-rail, pig-lead,

Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.