THOUGHTS AND COMMENTS FROM AN AMERICAN Merchant Mariner
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Something old, something new
All I remember is that it was butt-ass cold. Cape Wrath, February. Pacific ocean my ass. 3 months of this shit.
An antique, and far, far superior to any compass made today. I made a friend out of the captain of the ship that I was on when I identified the Spider, the metal frame that holds the magnifying glass. Off Pascagoula. Small black-tip shark. A man eater, who was, in fact, eaten raw. delicious. Steam turbines. about 14,000hp.
IT'S A CONTACT SPORT
All the fumes. I could hear in color, see in infrared, and also kill with my mind.
I am Paul B, and I spend most of my life at sea. Ships, Science, commercial fishing, marine biology and (mostly) true stories of life among the best and the worst people in the world, the United States Merchant Marines. You'll find it here, maybe. You'll definately find rants, raves and discussion on the process of climbing the hawsepipe into an officer's job on a merchant ship.