and later you go out into the hallway and walk past mike , and go down the stairs and out the door , and in to the cold spanish night with your breath foggy in the air and down the stone streets past the dull lamps and the houses with the spanish kids and office workers and pier guys and teachers and firemen and policemen and past the houses and the bar-tobacs and the smash sandwich stand and the drunk singing marines , on to the base down the pier up the stairs and across the brow , and then stand swaying on the quarterdeck and say permission to come board sir .