One day the captain of the ship which called “Fearless” came on to the wharf. He dodged round an empty van, lurked behind an empty barrel, flitted from that to a post, and finally from the interior of a steam crane peeped melodramatically on to the deck of his craft. To the ordinary man who hadn’t any experience in the sailing there was no cause for alarm. The board was a bit slippery but not dangerous except to a novice. But suddenly the cook of the ship appeared above his shoulders and said that he looked at the captain. What else did he say to the captain? What was the reason for his supervision?