The Gallows and a Pair of Prodigious Black Pots

Two enormous wooden pots painted black and suspended by asss ears swung from an old topmast lanted in front of an old doorway. The horns of the cross trees were sawed off on the other side, so that this old topmast looked not a little like a gallows. A sort of crick was in my neck as i gazed up to the two remaining orns. It's ominous, thinks, i a coffin my innkeeper, upon landing in my first whaling port, tombstones staring at me in the whaleman's chapel. And here a gallows and a pair of prodigious black pots too. Are these last throwing out oblique hints touching to i?