Hah, you just remind me of the hand crank emergency on one of the ships I was on, It was a cold hearted witch, sometimes she start right off, other times.....
If I remember it was a 6 or 8 cylinder, maybe a Lister. The donkey man and oilers were up in the space to start it, just below and forward of the skylight.
We run through everyone in the engine room and couldn't get the darling going. There were a couple of big, young deckies hanging around watching the cursing and moaning, they offered their assistance and it was gladly accepted. They spit on their palms, slipped on the crank handle and gave at'er. The engine moaned and wheezed and caught, but the young fellas never got the handle off. There was a traffic jam everyone trying to get out the door to deck, behind the exhaust uptakes or across the ER catwalk.
There were some pretty big guys scurrying LOL. wham, the handle came off and hit the bulkhead, that was the last time those fellows offered the old guys any help there.
Same ship, I was in the bilges working on the bottom end of a feed pump, when I heard,Ahem. I looked up, it was the wheelsman. We're moving the ship, he said. That's nice, I said. No really, he said. OK.
I went back to work. Apparently the old man decided to winch over to another dock without mentioning it to the CE. One of the engineers was coming down the dock and sees our shore power cable stretched out to breaking, knocks off the power to the shroud and unplugged the cable. Which, of course, lead to another session with the witch. I think we got the power back up just in time to plug back in.