A hazy circle round the sun or moon, life jackets are not to be worn as a makeshift hats and I don’t care if yours blew overboard that’s not my problem.
Stars to ye right, tie the jib tight. Stars to ye left, we’re not paying you to sit out here and look at the goddamn stars all night, OK?
When swells roll steady from east to west, everyone on this boat is responsible for cleaning up their own vomit, absolutely no exceptions.
A pod of dolphins at your bow, don’t everyone rush to the front at the same time please, it’s fucking dangerous.
Evening red and morning grey, the next person who fires a flare because they “want to see how it looks” is staying on the boat when we dock in Phuket, is that clear?
If the wind bears the scent of lavender afore noon, grab a plunger and meet me in the crew toilet in ten minutes.
Yellow sky at night, why why why would you start a fight with the ship’s cook, the one guy on this boat with access to knives?
Should a mob of gulls follow your mast, I thought I told you morons to stop feeding the seagulls.
Dense fog arriving swiftly at dawn, no one on this boat wants to hear you singing Bob Marley songs in your bunk every night so cut it out.
Awake to dew still fresh on the grass, you got drunk and passed out in port again and the boat is definitely gone.
Should a crow released be flying dead straight, just follow that son of a bitch obviously.
Clouds in the shape of a buxom young lass, that’s inappropriate and we absolutely will not tolerate an environment that is hostile towards women on this boat.
Orange sky at morning, are you absolutely sure it’s not red? Completely, positively, 100% certain? That looks pretty red to me. If it’s actually red and this shit gets real, your ass is mine.