A very early (1917), somewhat peculiar, and remarkably offensive play by Eugene O'Neill which nonetheless makes a good evening of theatre. The action takes place during a single evening on a ship docked somewhere in the Caribbean, among British and American sailors and the local women who come aboard to sell them fruit, rum, and sex. The men as a group live by unstated rules that they don't understand but that prevent them from sating their passions; they're fixated on anyone who opposes their lot, yet they're tantalized by the possibility of transformation offered by outsiders. The director, Simon Hammerstein, deftly focuses on these themes - they come up again and again in O'Neill's later work, and are fascinating to see in their raw state - and he makes impressive use of the Bat Theatre's constricted basement stage, to contain the high emotion that eventually explodes into violence.