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
Need I say that there are times when masters of ships are charged with
delicate commissions? The trip under notice was a case in point. The
agent of a company, if properly accredited, is supposed to exercise
the powers of the owners if need arises, but the master is also the
owners’ representative so far as his ship is concerned. The point
is a nice one, as to how far it lies in the power of an agent to
supersede the master’s authority, but the problem is not perhaps now so
difficult when there are so many facilities for cabling information.
In my time, however, our masters were not taking more orders from the
smaller agencies than they could comfortably manage. Our Zanzibar
agent was a man rather awkward to deal with, but he always consulted
me before deciding any point concerning any ship. When I left Cape
Town I was charged by our chief agent, afterwards Sir T. E. Fuller,
K.C.M.G. (as to whose authority there was no doubt), to confer with
the Zanzibar agent as to the Company’s accounts, which were apparently
in a somewhat backward condition. This was rather a delicate matter,
but I did my best and the affair passed off very well as I thought,
and I received the assurance that the accounts should be forthcoming
without more delay. H.M.S. _London_ was the station ship at Zanzibar
for the suppression of the slave traffic, and naturally we were on good
terms with the various officers, and on the morning we were to leave
I went to the Sultan’s levee with them. The preceding evening we had
illuminated the ship with blue lights, as it was Ramadan time, and H.H.
Seyyed Burghesh was kind enough to compliment me on the appearance of
the _African_, for from his watch-tower he could see all that went on.
The levee was over by 10 a.m. and I went on board in order to sail at
noon.
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