A babby could do that, let alone a college graduate like you.

There ain't nothing TO sailoring, when you come to look it in the face.

And now we'll go and put her about.

Bring the slate; we'll have to start our dead reckoning right away.' The distance run since the departure was read off the log by the binnacle light and entered on the slate.
'Ready about,' said the captain.

'Give me the wheel, White Man, and you stand by the mainsheet.