Remember that from my Beetle Cat days. Both go up together until the throat goes snug. Cleat that, then take up the peak. Don't remember which was port and stbd of the mast, though.
I was 12 at the time. I'd take the outboard skiff from Great Cove in Dennis down to Bass River marina in the morning. Some old geezer would take me out for sailing lessons in the morning - he was probably 30 or 40 yrs old! After lunch, he'd put me to work in the boat yard. I remember helping him redo the canvas on the deck of a Wianno Sr. At the end of the summer, I was invited to a Beetle Cat race out in Nantucket Sound. But Mom, I explained, I have an older fellow to crew for me - he was 14! We sailed the race, finished last, but survived. The beginning of my 'sailing' downfall! I warned my granddaughter that this could happen to her too - age 13, sent her to the Conrad Sailing Camp at Mystic Seaport. By day 2, she was sailing on her own. Her mother hasn't allowed her to sail with me yet?? I'm just glad she let her go to the Conrad camp!