The poop was decked under for a cabin, with bunks for the men to sleep in.
"The Land of the Long Night" by Paul du Chaillu
A 50-gun ship had room for three pairs of ports on her poop, one pair on her quarter-deck, and a pair on her forecastle.
"How Britannia Came to Rule the Waves" by W.H.G. Kingston
The next ball struck the rails that ran round the poop, carried away the binnacle, and raked the upper deck from stern to stem.
"Freaks on the Fells" by R.M. Ballantyne
That is Poop-deck Cahill.
""Where Angels Fear to Tread" and Other Stories of the Sea" by Morgan Robertson
He had been placed in the shade, under the poop-deck.
"The Three Midshipmen" by W.H.G. Kingston
Standing on the poop-deck of the barque, the captain and Arguello watched the chase with savage interest.
"Rodman The Boatsteerer And Other Stories" by Louis Becke
As I went aft, and approached the hallowed ground of the quarter-deck, I saw him standing under the break of the poop.
"Crown and Anchor" by John Conroy Hutcheson
Situated on the poop deck was a small isolation hospital.
"The 28th: A Record of War Service in the Australian Imperial Force, 1915-19, Vol. I" by Herbert Brayley Collett
The men who are stationed on the quarter-deck and poop, to work the after-sails.
"The Sailor's Word-Book" by William Henry Smyth
The burning rigging fell down upon the doomed crew, and the admiral was struck down on his poop-deck.
"A History of the Nineteenth Century, Year by Year" by Edwin Emerson
The enthusiasm even extended to the officers, and produced an excitement as deep, if not so loud, upon the quarter deck and poop.
"Kathay: A Cruise in the China Seas" by W. Hastings Macaulay
I took the length of the deck, and looked over the poop where a faint trail of light spumed in the wake of the ship.
"Hurricane Island" by H. B. Marriott Watson
The deck was a long shambles, red from the bits to the poop.
"The Black Buccaneer" by Stephen W. Meader
On board the barque Captain Sartoris paced the poop-deck in solitude.
"The Tale of Timber Town" by Alfred Grace
The skipper of the tug came aboard our ship to pilot up the river, and he directed the movements of his own vessel from our poop deck.
"The Brassbounder" by David W. Bone
In the upper part of the door was a little window of two panes of glass, which opened out under the overhang of the poop-deck.
"The Rose of Paradise" by Howard Pyle
After sweeping up the poop, Donald went down to the half-deck and found Thompson having his dinner.
"The Viking Blood" by Frederick William Wallace
In the storm the poop deck went to windward over the stern.
"Trails and Tramps in Alaska and Newfoundland" by William S. Thomas
The man with the long whiskers advanced to the break of the short poop or upper deck as Helga and I ascended the ladder that led to it.
"My Danish Sweetheart., Volume 2 of 3" by William Clark Russell
Just then I caught sight of Helga at the break of the poop to leeward, looking along the decks.
"My Danish Sweetheart, Volume 3 of 3" by William Clark Russell