shanghai

By this time I hadn't much doubt of the nature of the trap and the identity of the trapping vessel. The faint smell of alcohol in the forehold told the story. I had been sandbagged and taken aboard a bootlegging craft, shanghaied in good old-fashioned style; and the vessel was probably now on its way to the Bahamas for a cargo of spirits.

“Why, if you so loved and cherished the armed guard,” Captain Banning continued, “did you arrange for transfer?”

“I never, sir! ... But he shanghaied me out of the armed guard pronto.”

Let's see if we can shanghai a room for a couple of hours.