Dang Master Gunny, that has got to be the way to go for a boat trip. I'll bet you didn't even once, when over the 1mc hear that call "sweepers, sweepers, man your brooms", have to look for a place to hide.

From the poem....

So I stumbled onto the fantail and plopped on a bucket there,
Till some big swab did come along and said, "Marine you can't sit there".