 What might John intend to do to the captain?
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] I "I don't see why we have to be here," a crewman said. An' iffen I aims ta talk...." The crewman to his left bent over and whispered, "I'll bet he's gonna tell us it's gonna be another postponement." While the priest stood before the speaker's rostrum waiting for silence, the captain reached back with great dignity and scratched his right shoulder blade. And then, more loudly, "Men!" Then he blessed them and took out His knife and lay open their sores. "And then the captain said: 'All right, Father,' he said, 'I will set the day for the Festival of the Casting Off!'" You are thinking: 'What kind of a Festival can we have here on this ship?' "Well, the point I want to make is this: I just wanted to tell you that I know what a Festival should be, and the captain and I will do everything in our power to make our Casting Off as wonderful as any anywhere. "And I want to tell you that if you'll come to me with your suggestions, I'll do all I can to see that we do this thing just the way you want it done. While they were still cheering and stomping and otherwise expressing their enthusiasm and approval, Nestir walked off the speaker's platform and into the officer's corridor. And, for the officers, he broke out of the special cellar the last case allotment for Crew One of the delicate Colta Barauche ('94). He nodded curtly to the officers when he entered the mess hall, walked directly to his place at the head of the table, sat down and morosely began to work the cork out of his wine bottle with his teeth. The captain twisted the bottle savagely, and the cork came free with a little pop. He removed the cork from between his teeth, placed it very carefully beside his fork, and poured himself a full glass of the wine. The captain picked up the glass, brought it toward his lips—then, suddenly having thought of something, he put it back down and turned to Nestir. When the third mate saw that his opinion on the wine was not immediately to be justified, he settled back in his chair with a little sigh of disapproval. Nestir picked up his knife and fork and cut off a piece of meat.
 Kill him with a saber.
 Tell him that he is tired of sailing.  Kill him with a saber.  Offer his help in the control room.  Ask him to steer the ship back to a city-state.