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
The passage out was uneventful, but when we got to Algoa Bay we had
some time to spend there. The ship was in beautiful order, even to the
satisfaction of the skipper, who took a delight in trying to find out
something amiss out of sheer mischief and for the love of tormenting
me. Not that I minded in the least--it was good training--but for some
reason or other it came to the front that there were one or two anchors
and chains on the bottom in the vicinity of where we were anchored,
and Garrett told me to find them and pick them up. I started to sweep
and soon got fast to something heavy, and the work of recovery began.
I picked up an anchor and chain, claimed as belonging to one of the
Castle line, another anchor and chain, and also heavy moorings laid
down for the company’s ships some years before. On the last day I
was engaged in this operation, Garrett took Merritt on shore to the
races, leaving me with a pious adjuration to be sure not to kill any
one. It’s rather a mercy we had no accident, for we were dealing with
heavy weights with makeshift gear. However, it was done, though when we
got home the skipper was asked his reason for picking up the company’s
moorings. There is no doubt, however, that it was a good piece of work,
for it cleared a large space of the best anchoring ground; they were
moorings that would have held a liner of today, but the place was not
suitable for them.
On the passage home we called at St. Helena, and as there was some
spare room in the afterhold, we took in a great number of casks of
whale oil for Southampton. They were old and leaky and made an awful
mess of my beautifully clean teak deck before we could stow them in the
after lower hold. I had grave misgivings about them from the first, but
had to do as I was told. When we got off Ushant there was a heavy beam
sea and the ship rolled badly, with the result that they all collapsed
and not a single cask was landed. It took days to clean the hold, and
there had to be an extension of protest and all sorts of trouble to get
clear of the liability for loss, and to put it on the shoulders of the
insurance people.
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