In an instant the gaskets were off and the bunt dropped.

"Sheet home the fore-royal!"-- "Weather sheet's home!"-- "Lee sheet's home!"-- "Hoist away, sir!" is bawled from aloft.

"Overhaul your clewlines!" shouts the mate.

"Aye-aye, sir, all clear!"-- "Taut leech! belay! Well the lee brace; haul taut to windward!" and the royals are set.
What would the captain of any sailing-vessel of our time say to that?
He would say, "The man that wrote that didn't learn his trade out of a book, he has _been_ there!" But would this same captain be competent to sit in judgment upon Shakespeare's seamanship--considering the changes in ships and ship-talk that have necessarily taken place, unrecorded, unremembered, and lost to history in the last three hundred years?
It is my conviction that Shakespeare's sailor-talk would be Choctaw to him.
For instance--from _The Tempest_: _Master_.

Boatswain! _Boatswain_.