The lookout on a British square-rigger spots a Spanish galleon closing fast. He shouts a warning to the first mate, who in turn runs below decks to notify the captain. “Captain, sir! A Spanish galleon, closing fast!” he says. The captain calmly replies: “Son, bring me my red shirt." The captain dons his red shirt, and proceeds on deck to fight a decisive battle against the galleon. Then the Captain retires below decks to continue his log entries. His first mate approaches and says, “A brilliantly fought battle, sir, but why did you call for your red shirt?" The captain replies, "So that if I were shot or stabbed, the crew would not see me bleed." Several hours later, the lookout screams, “Five Spanish galleons, closing fast!" The first mate runs below decks and delivers the news to the captain. Calm as ever, the captain replies: “Son, bring me my brown pants.”
