 What might John intend to do to the captain?
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. "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. 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. 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. 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. "But it was a case of obvious intent ," continued Nestir, "and therefore constituted a clear out attempt to avoid his duty by hastening to his Reward." "That," he said to Nestir, "my dear Father, is the cardinal point of the whole game, y'know." After all, it's not only a question of how we go, but also a question of leaving only after having done our duty. The captain was not visibly cheered; he was still brooding about the sad absence of a sense of duty on the part of Nestir. "I don't know," the second mate's wife said, "whether you better count on my husband or not. "As I see it," Nestir said, "if the intent was the natural maternal instinct of the mother to release her child from its duty, then...." "Oh, not at all," the third mate's wife said. III The third mate, whose name was Harry, stood before the mirror combing his hair.
 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.