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u there, on the forward mainstay, scurry up the jib and set the tri sails. hurry man for the easterly squall approaches off the starboard bow. off larboard spot ye the fleet of whales breaching in the misty seas. 30 degrees to port ho! we'll catch em, by god we'll catch em. Mr. Taft- my stethoscope if you please- Mr. Hairy 10 more degrees aft, easy now, easy. Into the wind boys!