A bonnie lass went a' traipsing upon the moor, slipped into a bog and had a rather peaty-ful outcome.

Ahab, fearing the unruly condition of the shore's surf, ordered Ishmael to affix the Pequod to the seafloor amid-harbor.

Ishmael, no fan of what can be a tricky chore in rough seas, grudgingly attempted to set anchor but had precious little success.

Irked, he reported his trouble to the skipper, saying with no small amount of sarcasm that he had failed to accomplish the "lightest" task aboard.

Ahab ordered the job done with no further guff.

A second attempt yielded the same result accompanied by a terse and even more tense exchange between positions.

Ahab, the sternest of task masters, barked the order Ishmael knew was coming and, with mounting frustration, he resigned himself to finishing the job.

On the third try, the anchor finally made loose purchase with an acceptable drift radius, and he reported back to the captain, "Ahoy, Cappy, we're at rest, moor or less."

Ahab, unsatisfied with his mate's performance and perceived passive-aggressive attitude, ordered, in lieu of shore leave, that he be remanded to ship's custody and undergo an anchor management course.