Dickhead Sailing

“Mayday! Mayday,” I shouted into the bit you hold. The bit that comes out of the 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 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 to the deck 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 deck looking serious as we watched him getting lowered
“What’s the situation, Captain? We received a mayday call!” 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.
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