Moored alongside an empty oil tanker in Stapleton anchorage in New York harbor. Just north of the Guinea Gangplank, in a 'protected' spot. We're getting bounced around like the last coffee bean in the can, transferring fuel, with a light load of 1000 tons on board ourselves, so we're surfing the chop, which is pretty strong tonight.
All is well, don't get me wrong, but I don't like getting flying sea spray freezing over everything, including me, 150 feet away from the bow.
AIN’T I A WOMAN?
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