i know i must look foolish climbing in drawers with flounces on 'em , but up i go , anyway , up and up past the main topgallant yard , on up to the main royal yard , and there i wraps my legs around the mast and pulls out me shiv and puts it on a line that is thick as my forearm and hard and stiff as iron from the stress that is put on it , keepin ' the mainmast from bein ' taken over by wind and weather .