After apprenticing as a ship's boy for several years under the tutelage of Sam Wiseacre, the best sailor in town, Mogey wanted to show off his skills. So he and Smush borrowed a small skiff and set out into the harbor.
"What's this thing called?" Smush asked, pointing up at a spar atop the sail.
"That's the gaff," Mogey replied expertly.
"Bahahaha!" Smush burst out laughing. "The gaff? Avast, matey, raise the gaff!" Smush exclaimed, collpasing back into a fit of laughter. "That's absurd. And what's this called?"
"That'd be the rudder," Mogey said.
"Hohohohoho!" Smush howled once more. "Rudder? Stop it, Mogey, you're killing me." He wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. "Now I want a straight answer on this one: what do you call this crossbar here?"
"That's the boom," Mogey answered with a sigh.
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