He was huge and muscular, his face was bearded and whiskered all over; he had a red woman and a blue woman tattooed on his right arm one on each side of a blue anchor with a red rope to it: and in the matter of profanity he was sublime. When he was getting out cargo at a landing. I was always where could see and hear. He felt all the majesty of his great position, and made the world feel it, too. When he gave even the simplest order, he discharged it like a blast of lightning, and sent a long, reverberating peal of profanity thundering after it. I could not help contrasting the way in which the average landsman would give an order, with the mate's way of doing it. If the landsman should wish the gang-plank moved a foot farther forward, he would probably say: "James, or William, one of you push that plank forward, please: but put the mate in his place and he would roar out: Here, now, start that gang-plank for'ard! Lively, now! what're you about Snatch it! SNATCH it! There! there! Aft again aft again! don't you hear me Dash it to dash! are you going to sleep over it! Vast heaving. Vast heaving, I tell you! Going to heave it clear astern? Where're you going with that barrel! For'ard with it "fore I make you swallow it, you dash-dash-dash-dashed split between a tired mud-turtle and a crippled hearse-horse! I wished I could talk like that.

Respond in several sentences: Analyze the Narrator's attitude toward the common man.