What the mate's doing not getting the crew to flake down and do a proper harbour stow* beats me: perhaps the belaying pins are lying around on deck because he's thrown them at their heads in sheer frustration.



*And at this part the skipper shalt say: "Hast your mothers never taught you how to fold sheets?" and the crew shalt reply, "Aye, sir, but our mothers' sheets are not 200 square feet in acreage and made of stiff canvas."