The captain (sea-dog with delusions of grandeur) swigs another tot of sloe gin, then sways eratically towards the spittoon. Mistaking it for the binnacle, he gazes into its murky depths & mumbles something about being miles off course. Just then he notices the wheel that has stuck to his bum while stuck up the tree. "Somebody get this off me" he yells, "It's drivin' me nuts" (goes off, stage right, amid groans from omnes)