When I first started sailing tugs under SIU contract in the mid '80s, I was on a Houston/Tampa run. One day, we were moored to the Banana Dock for partial crewchange and revictual. There were four other tugs from different companies near by. There were several cabs and delivery trucks on the dock. Crewmembers were milling around the dock, loading stores, shooting the shit. A couple of guys on our crew were standing on the dock talking to another mariner that had just gotten out of a cab.
The captain, while standing in the wheelhouse, recognizes this guy as a cook he fired the year before. The captain then yells out to the cook, “Do not step foot on this tug! Wait right there!”
Now under our SIU contract, anyone dispatched to a job with no position to fill is entitled to two days pay. The captain then steps on the dock, hands the cook $200 and says “you’re not working any vessel that I’m the master!!”. The cook then stuffs the hundred dollar bills in his pocket, picks up his seabag, walks down the dock and gets on a Sonat tug…pricless