Those Darn Pirates.

Well Nautie Friends, it's that time.  The point in my trip where I get back up on my soap box and start ranting and raving about piracy (it has been known to happen).  I mean really, you knew this was coming, right?! Since we all know that 'Pirates are NOT cool' I won't spend too much time belaboring the point.  Instead, I'd just like to help you all understand why it's SO easy for Pirates to sneak up on Merchant Vessels.

This is what a Pirate Skiff looks like.  This particular skiff is only one mile away from the vessel and I'm zoomed in ALL the way.  One mile in sea going transportation is more than close.  You can barely see it right?

This is the same Skiff with no zoom!  Can you see it?!  It basically just looks like a white cap!

This Skiff is probably capable of doing twenty to thirty knots an hour - we're currently doing about eleven.  It could close the distance between us so quickly!

We currently have two lookouts posted at any given time not including myself (the Officer on watch).  Essentially, someone always needs to have a pair of binoculars in their hands and even then Skiffs sneak up on us.  

Mayuun Island

This is where  the Pirates like to hide.  As you enter the Red Sea from the Gulf of Aden they hang out right here.  They just absolutely LOVE the Northern part of the Island of Mayuun.  You can pretty much gaurantee that when you turn the corner they'll be sitting there waiting for you. 

I swear they have travel booklets advertising the next best Piracy Location!

A little rough in the Gulf of Aden?  Monsoon Season getting you down?  Why not pack up camp and head for the Island of Mayuun!

Those darn Pirates. 

Technical Difficulties :: Try one more time

Nautie Friends, try the forum one more time!  I think I got it set up so that anyone can make a topic or comment. Here's to hoping!  I'm crossing my fingers!

In the meantime I'd like to say thank you to the lovely ladies who went through all the trouble to make a username.  (Not to mention names or anything:  Kiki, Historiauntie, AuntKay!  You're Nautie Loyalty warms me more than you could ever know!)

I do have to say though, as soon as I thought I had it figured out I instantly started imagining a post I'd write....all about how I was like She-Ra and how I was a Princess of Power.  I know right.  Solves one techie problem and now she thinks she's a Princess of Power!

Abu Dhabi, U.A.E. :: So much banging, So hot, So busy.

I haven't said too much about my last port stay - mostly because it was borderline traumatizing.  Just kidding.  Just kidding I'm not. In all honesty, it was almost a saga.  It was one of those port stays.

It actually began days prior to arriving in port when we stopped in Khawr Fakkan, U.A.E. for bunkers.  (Taking bunkers means the ship refuelled.)  Everything was going so great, we dropped the anchor, the bunker barge rendevoused with us, we got our fuel, we heaved anchor, we began bringing the vessel up to sea speed......and then suddenly there was a really big banging noise.

We all looked at eachother and said, 'Main Engine, why are you banging like this?'.  It's funny now but, at the time it was VERY clear that there was something VERY wrong with the Main Engine.  It turns out that the connecting rod on the number 6 cylinder had essentially fallen off.  Nautie Friends, this is bad.  VERY BAD.

Five days, 9 tech reps and one less cylinder later we limped out of our 'un-official anchorage' and headed for Abu Dhabi, U.A.E.

Abu Dhabi, U.A.E. is where we were to discharge all of our cargo - including the two heavy lifts we carried from the States.

In addition to the cargo operations we were scheduled to have an external audit, CO2 and Fire Extinguisher inspection, Freefall Lifeboat and Rescue Boat inspection and a Tech Rep for our Liebherr Cranes.  It was going to be busy.

Truly, all you need to know about this port stay is that it was 'effin hot.

I'm talking like 120 in the shade - and the humidity - oh my god the humidity!  (For some reason people always assume that the Middle East is a desert and therefore it's a dry heat.  Not!  It's humid as all humid can be.)

The discharge of the heavy lifts went very well.  The lifts went soooo much better than our first go round!

Now, to answer some questions I've received over the past few days...

There were two heavy lifts.  One weighed 216 Metric Tons and the other weighed 279 Metric Tons.  The smaller one was a GE generator and the larger one was a GE gas turbine.  (Dad, you asked me what the photo in my snarky post was....this unit is the generator....the smaller of the two lifts.)  The large unit required two cranes to move.

The Stevedores hook up the cargoes whether we're loading or discharging.  When we're loading they hook the pieces up on the dock to be lifted and then they come aboard and lash the cargo to the deck.  When we're discharging they come aboard and remove all the lashings and then attach the slings to lift the pieces out of the holds.  The ships crew is standing by to make sure they have all the gear they need, that they don't damage any pieces, that all the cargo is secure.

For routine cargo loading and discharge the Stevedores also provide a crane operator.  For the heavy lifts sometimes there are special crane operators - in this case two operators were flown from Germany - no lie.  The ships crew operates the crane to move lashing gear into place for the Stevedores and they also move the tween decks (or pontoons) so that the lower cargo holds may be accessed.

Back to the saga.  All the cargo has been removed from the vessel - it's time to head to the next load port....Oh wait, we can't!  We still only have five cylinders up and running.

We shifted from our cargo berth to a lay berth.  Engine repairs commenced.  Psych.  That would be too good to be true.  There was a huge lead time on the required part soooo the Main Engine was buttoned back up - the number six cylinder was still out of commission and we chug a lug lugged out of port.

We are now limping through pirate infested waters on five cylinders.  No lie.  Talk about the little engine that could.  You can almost here her wheezing, 'I think I can, I think I can...'.

I can't wait to see what the next port has in store for us...or where the next port is for that matter.

p.s. you know what kinda sucks about being a chief mate?  you never, ever get to go ashore...

 

Things that made my day!

  • Talking to my new Thai friend on the bridge today....I said, 'I want to go to Thailand SO BAD!' he responded by saying, 'Chief Mate - you come Thailand - I take care you.'.  It warmed me up inside.
  • Calling the Third Mate and requesting a favor.  Without hesitation said individual went to my room and got me my bag of Almonds and Dried Apricots.  I was suffering from severe hanger (anger due to hunger)....I'm pretty sure this may have saved someones life.
  • Calling my old ship on the VHF when I passed by them today.  Getting to hear some familiar voices put a smile on my face.  It can be a teensy bit lonely out here!  It's nice to know you have friends!
  • Seeing so many comments waiting for me this morning in response to Nautie Books!  Thanks guys!

Nautie Books :: a WILD discussion

Last night, I layed in my rack and browsed through my WILD book.  As strange as this sounds I felt like I was still recovering from my Suez Canal Transit.  I felt beat and we were advancing clocks so I was going to get one less hour of sleep.  I stayed awake late so I could enter the deck gangs overtime and update their Watch Standing hour logs.  I knew that I was too tired to read so I scanned my iPad for sections of the book that I highlighted, and re-read pages with bookmarks.  Like the first time I read it, it made so much sense.  Have you ever read a book and thought, 'I'm reading this at exactly the right time.  I was supposed to read this right now.'?  This is how I feel about this book. My first highlighted quotes can be found on page 12 (or at least it's page 12 on my iPad).

"But a woman who walks alone in the wilderness for eleven hundred miles?  I'd never been anything like that before.  I had nothing to lose by giving it a whirl."

"When I believed that all the things I'd been before had prepared me for this journey.  But nothing had or could.  Each day on the trail was the only possible preparation for the one that followed.  And sometimes even the day before didn't prepare me for what would happen next."

I can't think of more accurate or appropriate quotes that would sum up my Chief Mate experience to date.

Bridget left me a lovely comment a while back:   "Mermate showing her mettle. ssssssssss…..ahhhhhh."

To which I responded:  "@Bridget – You can live vicariously through me any day! I think I’ll have to write about my mettle soon :) I’ve been finding tons of inspiration lately that I think you might like!"

Since then, I've been thinking about the word METTLE.  For some reason, this word seems delightfully old-fashioned to me.  I've been thinking about this word a lot.  I especially thought about it while reading WILD.  Cheryl Strayed....talk about some mettle!

A couple days ago I got a note from my Mom saying, "I am looking forward to reading about what helped your "mettle" while in transition to  your new job!  I think you mentioned it on your blog in a response to Bridget."

I took this Chief Mate job because I figured, 'why the hell not?!'.  I told myself that it was now or never.  To quote Cheryl Strayed, "I had nothing to lose by giving it a whirl."

I knew that it would be hard work, and I knew that it would require some mettle but, I knew that if I didn't do this 'next big thing' when the opportunity presented itself, that I would regret it.  Regret it a lot. 

Where am I finding my mettle?  From lovely little notes that my family drops into my inbox.  From quotes that I find written in my Little Book Of Happiness.  From my friends who read my blog and teach my new words like mettle.  From my Mother who follows through on my new word. 

It's true that I'm finding mettle in all those lovely little places however; the reality is I'm finding my mettle in a much more primitive fashion.  When I don't find my mettle, things don't get done, things break, people stop working, house sanitary doesn't get accomplished, the Captain gets angry and, the ship doesn't run as smoothly.  It's sink or swim.  Without my mettle I start to sink.  My motto this trip has been:  I Refuse To Sink.  I can't tell you how many times a day I tell myself this. 

Cheryl Strayed's day on the trail is the equivalent of my day at sea.  Sometimes, the day before doesn't prepare me for the day at hand.  Nothing can prepare me sometimes, for the ease in which things begin to unravel.   

When things begin to unravel I try to stop for a second - sometimes this means walking away from people who are irritating me.  I work on solution based problem solving.  I ask myself some questions.  I make a cup of tea if time allows.  I brew some iced tea for later.  I fold an origami crane.  I tell myself to muster some mettle and then I remind myself that there is no sinking allowed!

Obviously, sometimes there is no time for any of those things and then, I FAKE IT.

WILD said to me:  Find your Mettle.  Don't Sink.  Fake it.

What is WILD saying to you?

The thing...

...I hate most about my new job might be... Inspecting the cargo holds.

Every morning I don my headlamp and head into a dark cargo hold.  Wanna talk about the perfect place for your imagination to run wild?  I'm telling you:  It's Freaky In There.  Fuh-reee-key!!!

Everything creaks.  The hatch covers over your head creak, the cargo pulling against their lashings creak, the tween deck pontoons creak.  Everything.

It's dark.  Obviously.  Well, maybe it's not obvious.  There are cargo hold lights but, they're on the upper level, so if the tween deck is in place then there is no light in the lower hold.  Very Dark.

There are spiders.  Webs everywhere.

Most importantly:  There are lots of hiding places.

A few days ago during my routine morning inspection I had an incredibly vivid imagination session.  It went something like this:  I was down in the hold when I happened upon a stowaway.  They were very startled to see me there however; they wanted to make sure I wouldn't tell of their existence.....so they tried to capture me.

An imagination on a separate ocassion went like this:  Are there people banging on the inside of that container?  I think so....ohmygod!  We have a container full of smuggled humans!

Before I begin to tell you how I make my trips into the Hold slightly more bearable, I'd like to state for the record that I realize my method to increase the bearable-ness might be considered a safety issue however; since we all know that Cargo Is King and, we also know that the cargo must be inspected daily I will go ahead and venture forth with my admission. I've taken to wearing my iPod on my cargo rounds.

In fact, I have a Cargo Hold playlist.

A little KT Tunstall anyone?  Belting out a few lycris like these seems to make everything better:

I felt a little fear upon my back He said "Don't look back, just keep on walking."

The best way to hate something a little bit less?  Make a playlist.  It works for me everytime.