THOUGHTS AND COMMENTS FROM AN AMERICAN Merchant Mariner
Saturday, December 29, 2012
St. Maarten Redux
We returned to St. Maarten a few days ago to bunker the cruise ships there. It's a beautiful place as seen from land or sea. We're getting run down though, all the same, from the nature of the work here. Ship-to-ship fuel transfers in exposed, high seas are taxing, dangerous work. I find it exhilirating, but holy-o-dogshit is it taxing. Another week and a half and I will be on my way home to decompress.
At any rate, sleep and calm seas are a difficult-to-source commodity. As suck I will leave you with a picture or two in lieu of more banal talk...
My lovely new wig is made of puddening, de-braided rope used to cover bumpers so they don't leave marks on ship hulls. The headgear you see there weighed a solid 50-60lbs.
a VLCC, Very Large Crude Carrier, larger, heavier and wider than the Empire State Building. In the swells that built up that night, we would be eyeball-to-eyeball with the guys on deck one moment, the next be staring at the paint 10 feet under the waterline.
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.