My Life at Sea: being a "yarn" loosely spun for the purpose of holding together certain reminiscences of the transition period from sail to steam in the British mercantile marine (1863-1894)Crutchley, William Caius
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My Life at Sea: being a "yarn" loosely spun for the purpose of holding together certain reminiscences of the transition period from sail to steam in the British mercantile marine (1863-1894)
Crutchley, William Caius
Merchant marine -- Great Britain; Seafaring life
I rather think that some small smattering of commercial education
should be imparted to holders of certificates, and one thing that
should certainly be driven into their heads is that to send a letter
on business without keeping a copy is little short of crime. I did not
learn that lesson for a long time, but I wish now I had copies of the
letters in which I gave the various incidents of the voyages to my
chiefs at home. Captain Dixon had asked me to write to him fully, which
I always did, even going so far as to relate gossip, but the letters to
the secretary were necessarily of a more reserved order. For rightly or
wrongly a secretary is usually considered by the staff afloat as the
enemy of all mankind. It is natural enough, for as a rule the wiggings
come through him, and he on his part gradually acquires the idea that
he is quite competent to instruct a master upon any subject--that he
is in short a vicarious person inheriting the combined wisdom of the
board. This pretension is not in every case acknowledged. I regret
to state that I rather carried with me the impression that masters
had natural enemies, but when I consider the number of years I lived
without keeping any journal, or record of events, I am not prepared
to argue that they do not indirectly invite trouble. I know that the
search necessary to make dates fit in for this narrative has been by
no means inconsiderable, and the good offices of Admiral Inglefield of
Lloyd’s has helped me to overcome past omissions. He caused a record of
my commands to be made, thus helping me materially to put facts in the
order in which they occurred.
It would not have been possible to get a finer start than we had on
that voyage, with a beautiful fine N.E. wind that took us well down
to St. Vincent. I find that we were running close upon 300 miles for
several days, and then came the job of taking the ship into port on
a fair moonlight night, not by any means a difficult matter when you
are used to it, but if you permit it to get upon your imagination,
curious results are at times obtained. I had made up my mind from past
experiences that show irresolution on the bridge I would not! I had
seen so many skippers wandering into an anchorage, and driving every
one mad in the course of getting a berth, that I was determined not to
lay myself open to such a reproach. I once sailed with a man who if he
had the whole anchorage to choose from would go and give a solitary
vessel a foul berth, simply because he did not know where he wanted to
go. I saw him do it once in Natal Roads. Again, constantly stopping
or easing the engines by guesswork ought to be avoided when coming to
an anchorage, but I am talking of long ago, and I dare say the men of
today know exactly when to ease their engines so as not to lose time.
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