I was underway in the Pacific once when I witnessed one of my shipmates, up late, frantically attempting to smoke a cigarette. A burly Chief walks on-deck, roving as part of his duties - he didn't smoke himself.
One of the sailors asked the Chief if he had a Cigarette Lighter.
"Sure," the Chief said, "Can I get a cigarette?"
Surprised, one of the junior sailors offered one to him. The Chief snatched it from his hand, and tossed it to the breeze - the stogie trailing with the wind into the ocean below.
"What was that all about, Chief?" the younger sailor replied.
"I made the whole ship a cigarette lighter," he said, turning around and leaving.