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Leisure-time sailors nowadays are advised to use an idea from America called the Buddy System. This has done away with sailors drowning, except in pairs.

Donegan and Murphy were on a transatlantic liner crossing to the USA. As the ship approached New York, a voice came over the loudspeaker. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to be able to announce that we have made the crossing in three days, twenty-three hours precisely.’ ‘Is that a record?’ asked Donegan. ‘No,’ said Murphy, ‘that’s the captain speaking.’

Pat and Mike took a boat out for a sail around the bay. Suddenly a large wave struck the boat broadside and it capsized. Both men were hurled into the water. Pat swam for the shore, then plunged straight back into the sea again. ‘What are you doing?’ shouted a bystander. ‘I’m going back for Mike!’ Pat yelled. ‘I had to save myself first!’

I took the cross-Channel ferry to Calais last month. Never again! I was so seasick, the captain had to heave to.

She: ‘You remind me of the sea.’

He: ‘Wild, romantic and restless?’

She: ‘No. You make me sick.’

My grandfather tried to join the Navy during the war. At his interview in the recruiting office, he was asked if he could swim. ‘Why?’ he replied. ‘Haven’t you got any ships?’

A fellow was invited out on a trip across the Channel by a friend of his, a keen yachtsman. He was very nervous and when they were about half-way across, he asked his host anxiously, ‘Just how close are we to land?’ ‘About a mile,’ said the yachtsman. ‘In which direction?’ ‘Straight down!’

How many Irishmen does it take to launch a ship?

A thousand and one. One to hold the champagne bottle and a thousand to bang the ship against it.

A magician was working as an entertainer on a luxury liner. The ship also possessed a parrot who used to watch the magician’s show every night, and each time the conjuror finished a trick, the parrot would mutter, ‘It’s up his sleeve!’ or ‘It’s down his trouser leg!’ or some such disparaging remark. The conjuror was naturally furious about this but there was very little he could do about it. And then one night, the ship struck an iceberg and sank almost immediately. The conjuror thrashed about in the water for some time and finally managed to pull himself onto a raft, only to find the parrot already perched on the bow. The parrot stared at him malevolently for several minutes and then said, ‘All right, I give up. Where’s the damn ship?’

A keen sailor had a friend whose main hobby was game shooting. He invited him out for a sail one windy day and they had only been out for a few hours when suddenly the wind changed direction and the boat started to jibe. The yachtsman yelled, ‘Duck!’ His friend stood up and shouted, ‘Where?’ – and was promptly knocked overboard by the boom.

Did you hear about the girl whose ambition was to marry a sailor and rear admirals?

The captain of the Roman galley shouted to the slave-master, ‘More speed! I want more speed!’ Ten minutes later, he shouted again, ‘What’s going on down there? I asked for more speed – why aren’t we going any faster?’ The slave-master said, ‘It’s number thirty-five, sir – he won’t work any faster and he’s holding the others back.’ ‘Well, give him the whip, then!’ shouted the captain. A few minutes later, the slave-master reported to the captain: ‘It’s number thirty-five, sir – I’m afraid I whipped him too hard. He’s dead.’ ‘Right!’ said the captain. ‘Whip them all!’ ‘What – everybody?’ said the slave-master. ‘Yes!’ said the captain. ‘Isn’t that what you usually do when somebody dies – have a whip-round?’

‘What was that noise?’

‘They’ve just dropped the anchor.’

‘I was afraid of that. It’s been dangling there all day.’

The great industrialist Sir Thomas Lipton was a keen yachting enthusiast. He entered many of the biggest yacht races but never succeeded in winning any of them. One of his staunchest friends was chatting to a rival yachtsman in the club one day about Lipton’s singular lack of success. ‘You know what it is, don’t you?’ said the rival. ‘They put something in the water.’ ‘Do they?’ said Sir Thomas’s friend. ‘What?’ ‘The other yachts!’ was the reply.

A young lady who hailed from Sri Lanka,

Was asleep while the yacht lay at anchor.

She awoke in dismay

When she heard a voice say,

‘Just hoist up her top sheet and spanker!’

During the war, WRENS used to wear regular issue bell-bottom trousers, but as these were in short supply, the Admiralty issued a directive which stated: ‘In the future, all WRENS must give up their trousers to ratings on demand.’

Two Irishmen took a boat out on the lake and settled down for a day’s fishing. Luck was on their side and they soon had a considerable haul of fish. ‘I wish we could find this spot again tomorrow,’ said Mick. ‘Well,’ said Pat, ‘we could chalk an X on the side of the boat so that we could find it again.’ ‘Don’t be stupid!’ said Mick. ‘We might not get the same boat tomorrow!’

Two young girls were holidaying at the seaside and one fine day, they decided to hire a boat and go for a sail. Unfortunately, they had no idea how to handle the boat and as the weather was very calm and there was no wind, they very soon found themselves becalmed. Luckily, a fishing boat appeared and without saying a word, the skipper threw the girls a line and began to tow them back to the shore. Feeling a little embarrassed, one of the girls shouted across, ‘I suppose you must have a very poor opinion of women sailors!’ The skipper looked across and said, ‘Ain’t never met one.’

Lady passenger:	Steward, can you tell me where I can find the captain?’
Steward:	‘The captain is forward, Miss.’
Lady passenger:	‘I don’t mind. After all, this is a pleasure cruise, isn’t it?’

The captain of a luxury liner switched on the intercom and made the following announcement: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, we are at last on our way and I apologize for the long delay in leaving harbour. I’m pleased to announce that we haven’t got a bomb on board as we first feared. At least, if we have, we haven’t been able to find it.’

It is often asked why a ship is called ‘she’. The answer is simple: there is usually a gang of men about her; it takes an experienced man to handle her correctly, and a lot of paint to keep her looking good; it’s not the initial expense that breaks you, it’s the upkeep; and when she comes into port, she always heads for the buoys.

I suppose you heard about the freighter that sank nineteen times on one trip? It was carrying a cargo of yo-yos.

A young naval student was being examined on his knowledge of seamanship by a grizzled old admiral. ‘Suppose you were at sea,’ said the admiral, ‘and a sudden storm sprang up to starboard. What would you do?’ ‘Throw out an anchor, sir,’ said the student. ‘And suppose another storm sprang up aft?’ ‘I’d throw out another anchor, sir.’ ‘And if a third storm sprang up forward?’ ‘Throw out another anchor, sir.’ ‘Just a minute,’ said the admiral. ‘Where are you getting all these anchors from?’ ‘Same place as you’re getting your storms, sir.’