On a container ship, I was second mate. Third mate was an old-timer. We figured there was some trouble going on between the company and the senior officers but didn’t know and had no real interest in the details.
We had just gotten tied up, both the third mate and I were on bridge, I was putting things away and tidying up, third mate was bent over the chart table finishing up his log.
Chief Mate comes bursting though the door onto the bridge, He exclaims, “This is turning into a real shit storm!”
Old-timer third mate doesn’t even look up from his log. “Shit storm” he says, “steer up wind and stay well clear.”