Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Though I was born in Long Beach California this was my first visit to the port of Los Angeles in fifteen years and evidently the drivers first visit ever. I had spent a lot of time in the harbor as a toddler with my mother skippering the M/V STAR, a tour boat out of a quaint marina which is now a parking lot for a shopping and dinning complex, but couldn't remember much beyond the Vincent Thomas Bridge we drove over and the distant Queen Mary hotel.
When we found the correct berth number I started to doubt my directions for another ship was in the berth, a foreign flagged behemoth much newer looking then the ship I had pictured. I got out of the cab and asked the security guard when the Marine Columbia would be fast alongside and he told me that no ship by that name was on the schedule but that I might try going over to the other berth by that same number in Long Beach.
My expensive cab ride started to get a little more stressful when I tried to explain to the diver that we needed to go to the other port in San Pedro Bay. My hope of finding the ship before midnight was gone once we wound our way off the Terminal Island maze and into the Port of Long Beach. Instead of finding a liquid cargo terminal we found a vacant container berth. The driver was now in very unfamiliar territory and starting to tweak just as I saw the pilot boat's white and red lights bearing down through the breakwater. I remembered passing the Long Beach pilots office on our way out to the container dock so I directed the cabbie back in that direction and had him wait as I met the pilot boat.
I explained my predicament to a groggy but sympathetic pilot and after paying off the cab he walked me into the Vessel Traffic Control office where he quickly determined the location of my missing ship. The room looked much like the air control deck on an aircraft carrier. Computer screens of the entire port displayed vessels names and positions, the Automatic Identification System had only recently become mandatory for ships after 9/11. This was the first time I had seen the technology in action.
The pilot logged out for the night and gave me a ride to the harbor launches where I waited for the next boat out. My ship was anchored inside the breakwater and unbeknown to me had just been sold as scrap. Her cargo had all ready been offloaded and all that stood between her and the cutting yards of Bangladesh was a complete tank washing and a Pacific Ocean crossing both of which I would be participating in.
I was thinking of this minor inconvenience when I came across a website the other day that basically does for any one on the Internet what the VTS in Long Beach did for me that night. The students at the University of the Aegean in Greece have created Marine Traffic, a web site which pieces together all of the different AIS shore receiving stations around the world providing real time data on any vessel equipped with an AIS unit and within range of a shore station (About 20 miles or so).
This compilation of AIS target data allows me to view my ship to see if it's near the coast, picking up the pilot, at anchor or fast alongside the berth, a great tool if you're debating whether you'll need a hotel room for the night. It allows anyone with a loved one at sea to know if they're ship is in port, transiting the Suez Canal or within cell phone range. It also means that you can now check out any ship in a port with AIS coverage to determine name, cargo, navigational status or destination (And included photographs of most vessels in the database).
And what if a ship is offshore, how might you keep track of it? As long as the mates are doing a good job at sending AMVER/SEAS meteorological observations than check out Sailwx.info . This website uses the position updates as received by AMVER and plots the ship (Or tall ship) on the chart. Of course there are other ways to track vessels such as with Purple Finder but this requires a subscription and passwords.
One more website in the vein of vessel tracking and spotting that I really like is from a company in the UK which spends most of the few clear days in the English Channel snapping pictures of passing ships from low altitude aircraft. Foto Flite then copyrights the pictures making them available online for searching and ordering prints. Shipping companies are probably their largest customer but surely a proud captain or two has bought a photograph for the mantle. My last Captain made it a habit of calling Foto Flite each time he took a ship out of the yard in Europe with a new paint job. He would fly the largest Ensign on board and dress up the yard arms with signal flags beforehand.
As for my first job I was surely dissapointed to walk onto a great paying ship to only find out she was doomed after thirty plus years of service. Like some of the other old ships I've worked on she had quite a history including a role in the original King Kong film where she transported King Kong himself to New York. Alas I wasn't even able to bring the ship to her final resting place. The American crew was replaced by a multinational crew prior to the beaching and dismantling. Any good Jones Act tanker company knows it's better to keep they're hands out of the dirty scrapping business.
What I have forgotten is the way of life that surrounds a tall ship and the common thread that binds the people who have chosen to make sail training a substantial part of their lives.
First and foremost I forgot about being honest to god tired. Your days begin and end with the sun working until you are completely exhausted to wake after a minimal amount of sleep, hopefully six hours, to get up and do it again day after day. Especially at the onset of a program it would be impossible to find sufficient rest with so many vital evolutions learning emergency duties, safety rules and line handling.
You are always weather worn and hungry. The physicality of negotiating a rolling deck, the handling of sail and the high level of student oversight keeps you constantly on the move calling for tight muscles and depleted calories. The weather, which began cold and wet in the
I forgot how once you are in a program; living with 24 adolescents plus 10 crew and 2 instructors confined to a length of 94 feet on deck and 22 in breadth you must remain constantly switched on setting an example for the “Studentia”. Only when out of eyesight and earshot (Normally achieved ashore) are you able to downshift and regress into a non role model status.
I also forgot how valuable a clean t-shirt becomes when you go without freshwater save for drinking and tooth brushing for weeks on end. Working, eating and sleeping in the same clothes with only a sea water bucket bath to wash away the old sun block and paint chips exudes a certain crustiness. This in turn makes some tall ship sailors yearn for shore heads and laundry machines. Now that I'm down to my last clean shirt I’ll save it for a shower in St. Georges somewhere in the near future.
The above is just a short list of the hardships endured by seafarers since bosons were wearing short pants. The discomfort and sunburns quickly fade in memory when compared to the lasting impression a tall ship voyage has on the minds of her crew, professional and trainees alike.
The biggest thing that sets apart the crew on this ship from the crews I have worked with on merchant ships is that every one on board Westward wants to be here. For every mariner on a commercial vessel who genuinely loves what he or she does there is always another one who only goes to sea for the money. Here in the tall ship world no one seems to care about the pay. Though this is surely in part since there is not much money to be made in the industry, unless of course your willing to work 11 months of the year which some gladly do.
Beyond the measly financial compensation of working in sail training the crew really understands that what they do, sailing traditional, or in Westwards case not so traditional, vessels on the high seas and fostering centuries old skills to do so is truly an incredible feat. Perhaps the lack of sustainable income explains why so many of the crew are young doing this in between the end of college and the rest of their lives but still, we all are aware how awesome the opportunity is and appreciate it.
One of the enticements for me to participate in this voyage, which had to be strong to lure me away from a quiet and comfortable vacation lounging around summertime New England, was the fact that we would be working with Outward Bound to fill the berths and focus the program. Our students, who met the entry requirements for an Outward Bound course, all chose on their own accord, at least according to their applications, to make the trip. They could have chosen to back pack in the
Putting these young adults into an environment so far removed from their normal lives and comfort levels is a huge task. Making it into a positive experience from which they can draw from later in life is an accomplishment. The first phase, one that can make a watch officer nervous and also provide for entertainment is that of culture shock. On this voyage the ocean took care of it for us providing 15-foot seas and near gale force winds the first night out of Isle Au Haut in the Gulf of Maine. The amount of sick students on the leeward rail was record setting. Only three or four were unaffected by the weather, the rest being reduced to little piles of misery bundled in foul weather gear and harnessed into the main mast shrouds.
All but one student recouped in the first 24 hours, well before being out of the large ocean swells, but it took a full on 48 hours for the pale and dour faces to enliven back to their normal 16, 17 and 18 year old dispositions. This gave way to the second phase which I call training. This is where the deck hands and instructors provide a constant flow of information and influence.
Every thing the students do must be monitored. Coiling line, setting and striking sail, filling in the rough log, cleaning the soles and bowls, doing dishes. We are constantly reminding them of how important each task is. An accurate log is needed for dead reckoning, a proper ballantine is needed for striking the topsail halyards in a squall, an improperly cleaned sink gets the whole crew sick etc. etc.
Now almost ten days into the program the students know what is acceptable and what is not and it becomes necessary to distinguish between the ones who love every moment of the trip and the ones who are wishing they had done something else with their summer vacation. That’s one of the hardest parts and in my limited experience as a teacher I know it will not always be a success for each student.
We are now nearing
As the sun was setting yesterday behind a figure head of towering cumulonimbus somewhere south of the Gulf Stream and north of