There's a fucking code of the sea at work here, that some people just dont understand. Here's a couple rules:
1. Whatever the captain says, goes. If the guy in the back of the canoe tells you to paddle hard on the right, respond with the most vigorous J-stroke imaginable, not with, "You dont have to shout." He's the captain, and he knows better than you what that submerged tree will do to a boat full of drunks and camping gear. Likewise, dont put the anchor down unless the captain says; dont pull the anchor up unless the captain says, and dont say "you never told me to pull the anchor up" when the captain never told you to put it down in the first place!
2. Dont fuck around at the launch. Dont Shit your dog and wash it's ass with your hand on the ramp (Seriously, I saw this happen at tenney on saturday). Dont haul out with the boat unhooked (duh, but how many times does a boat roll off the trailer?) and DONT DRIVE YOUR CAR AROUND THE LAUNCH IF YOU AREN'T LAUNCHING A BOAT!
3. If at all possible, DONT MAKE WOMEN AND CHILDREN DIE A FREEZING, WATERY DEATH because you think that your shopaholic, ceiling tile observing, lilly white flaky ass deserves to live as much as something young, unspoiled, and/or beautiful.
In times of likely peril its a man's lot in life to forfeit himself to the ravages and chances of the treacherous sea rather than take the place of a child or woman among the living. It is undeserved, and there is no place for a man of this sort on the high seas. Would you really sit there in the lifeboat, thinking to yourself, "I'm sure glad that woman and child drowned so that I can prolong my miserable life of patronizing new retail establishments and coating my soft, girlish skin with fine lotions and ointments?"