Meanwhile the conscientious African went to finish the job of casting the illicit cargo overboard. He only stopped when stumbling backwards when the crate he was holding mashed his thumb against some plumbing.
"Hey mate where you headed? You don't belong down here" yelled the first mate.
Oh I thought I heard someone call.
"well clear outta here this is private"
oh sure
"Hey you 'ave you seen shoeless bruce?"