Dickhead Sailors

“Mayday! Mayday!” I shouted into the bit you hold. The bit that comes out of the silver square radio. It’s attached to the radio with one of those curly wires. We were in the room with the big wooden steering wheel and the windows and I was laughing. I looked around and the crew were all laughing too. Proper sailor laughter. Shoulders shaking. I dropped the thing.
37 minutes later the guy was getting lowered onto the flat bit at the back of the boat. Lowered from the big thing. The thing with the things that go around and it flied. The boat was rolling around a bit. Don’t really know how to stop that. We watched him getting lowered. We were all serious. I looked around. We were all outside on the flat bit looking serious as we watched him getting lowered from the thing that flied.
“What’s the situation, Captain?” He shouted when he finally landed.
“Yeah, happy first of May! May Day!” I said and started laughing. I looked around and crew were all laughing too. Proper sailor laughter. Shoulders shaking.
An hour later we were in the room with the big wooden steering wheel. I was laughing. I looked around and the crew were all laughing too. Proper sailor laughter. “Shall I do it again?” I asked.