The very definition of luxury!
People have lunch hooks, why not a poop hook??? We could wire up a system where you just press a big red 'oh, ****' button on the dash, which automatically puts the engines in neutral, drops the poop hook, raises a toilet seat dayshape into the rigging, starts sounding regular fog signals, and fires up the head ventilation fan. We could make millions Jerry, MILLIONS!
When I'm at work, I'm stuck up in the pilothouse for 6 hours at a clip. There are no facilities. I'm about 90 feet in the air, so escaping to the head for any amount of time would make me pretty grossly negligent. Number twos are pretty much out of the question. We have a bucket for emergencies. Seriously. Number ones on the other hand, are a real delight. I check the relative wind, do a cursory scan for anyone that may be working on deck below me, and let slip the dogs of war. I like to call it the 'sky piss.' It's pretty refreshing, until winter sets in.