I think we could close all those injun room vents so that when we sail, if there is no wind, we can enlist the injuneering department to provide the necessary propulsion power ---- in the words of the song:
The Captain's name was Carter, He was a dirty farter,
When the wind wouldn't blow and the ship wouldn't go,
They sent for Carter, the farter, to start 'er.
Also at our next concert"
The Captain's name was Carter, he was a dirty farter,
He could fart anything from "God Save the King" to "Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.
