I suspect that now we are all sufficiently salubricated that we are in a fit state to depart. Would Mr. McCloggie please report to the pointy end to supervise the cutouts in the release of the vessel from the pier. If anyone's down aft, let go there to, please.
Now quietly drifting away into the fairway. Tmac, run silent please so the shore wallahs won't realise we don't have a pilot aboard. (That'll save a couple of bottles of something!)
Bridge -- put the Four Bells down and ring for the green button as soon as we are clear of pilotage waters. Advise Tmac the Black Bush header tank is pressed up.
