Aw Ivan-you've shattered my illusions of you! I pictured you as a six foot eleven Brobdingnagian ! Just wait till I tell my mate Lemuel (aka Davey) Gulliver!
Now? it's a vision of you stood on an orange box on the bridge wing !
Once,as third mate at docking with the short-arsed old man,actually the 'commodore' captain of the cargo fleet,-bit of a big deal in some companies back in those days-and me trying to create a good impression, accidentally kicked his box upon which he stood on to see over the bridge dodger. "Oh you bluddy big useless, clumsy faffing-about tarty oaf ,3/O !" (not sure of the exact order of those words now,but all were used) he shouted in his distinctive Hull accent as the Pilot helped him up and I ran back into the wheelhouse to write the movement book,and the quartermaster tried not to scream with laughter....
Never forgotten ,after 45 years.