A Message

A Message Our old captain was pensioned off, he had been the master on the same ship for ten years and at sixty five he didn´t know where to go as his whole life had been the sea. The first officer was taking over. He had noticed the old man every morning went on the bridge, opened a locked drawer and read something from a folded piece of paper. The first officer having sewed on an extra ring on his uniform, now had four, was curious opened the drawer. On the paper was written: starboard is right and portside is left.