three senses one after the other:
"A leafless forest of mast and spar and rigging lifted against the bright stars and crescent moon, and that light and the lanterns atop the wall reflected from the rippling waters. A creak and groan of timber sounded through the night, wind in the tracework of rigging, call of a watchman, the sound of waves slapping like wet hands at the planking of hulls. There was a thick smell of the sea, of brackish water and tar, bilges and cargoes."
-SM Stirling, On The Oceans Of Night (New York, 2000), Chapter Four, p. 74.
The sounds are meticulously listed. Waves like wet hands! What were the cargoes?