Bertie slept that night in the captain's cabin, a tiny stateroom off the main cabin.

His wife caught his hand and led him through the small connecting door to her tiny stateroom.

Quietly, he made his way to the tiny stateroom that he was sharing with his brother and Ralph.

I feared the danger of a night on board in a tiny stateroom, without lock or weapon, and entirely alone.

He found it possible, and had soon contrived a berth: even a tiny stateroom was within the limits of construction.

He staggered, with wide-spread arms to keep from falling, along the cabin floor for'ard to the bunk in the tiny stateroom.