'Luck of the Gods,' he said. 'Five--four--years ago I might have been waiting for you anywhere in the Long Puddle with fifty River men--and no moon.' Baeticus lifted a moist eye to the slip-hooks on his yardarm, that could hoist and drop weights at a sign. 'You might have had a pig or two of ballast through your benches coming alongside,' he said dreamily. 'And where would my overhead-nettings have been?' the other chuckled. 'Blazing--at fifty yards. What are firearrows for?' 'To fizzle and stink on my wet sea-weed blindages.
I do not understand the meaning of "send round my kit."
I am glad if some one would kindly teach me.
This is from "The Manner of Men" by Rudyard Kipling. https://www.telelib.com/authors/K/KiplingRudyard/prose/LimitsRenewals/mannermen.html
I do not understand the meaning of
through your benches coming alongside,
I am glad if some one kindly teach me.