When I was on, we had one odd ball who didn’t fit in. Unfortunately, it was the First Mate.
I asked to borrow the bike hanging on his cabin wall (he kept his door open all the time) to go into town in Kauai. He said it was the other mate’s bike so he couldn’t give me permission. When I mentioned it to the 3/M, he said the other mate was his roomate at Casual and if he knew that was only way into town and I didn’t take the bike he would be pissed at me. So I borrowed the bike and went into town. He flipped out at yelled at me in front of everyone at dinner that night about how he told me not to take it. I told him in a calm voice that he told me it wasn’t his to give permission therefore it wasn’t his to say no either. Even the skipper would shake his head at the stuff he would pull. He would ask about engineering stuff and I would completely make up technical sounding jargon that made no sense and he would nod his head like he understood everything I said. Complete tool.
Other than that, it was a good crew. I would sail with all of them again in a heartbeat. I’m guessing the wiper is probably dead by now. He was a raging alcoholic who was drunk by morning coffee on the hooch he would make in his cabin. With holds full of sugar and fresh tropical fruit, he made some good shit.