Man Kin, one of primary school classmates, sent us a video of ships rocking through rough seas. His good friends, Man Fai and Fred Chak, soon responded. Below are their experiences at sea. Although they worked in different ships, their jobs were to communicate with the outside world. Their ships sailed in different oceans. Except Man Fai, Man Kin and Fred Chak both thought of their families and Life & Death when huge waves struck hard at their ships.
REMEMBER to DOUBLE-CLICK the collage photo to see larger pictures.Man Kin: I had experienced huge waves several times, once in the
Indian Ocean just off the coast of
South Africa, and couple of times in the
South China Sea.
Man Fai: I have personally experienced 50-knot wind and 40-foot wave in the
Mediterranean off the southern coast of France. Fortunately, I was safely on a 82000-ton cruise liner (950 ft long with stabilizers) and not on my first ship, which was only 3000 tons. I had two other rough ones in the
south Atlantic, and both were worse than the weather in the video.
Fred Chak: The ships I worked 30 years ago were mostly around 5000 tons. During the worst case, everyone on board had to wear life jackets and securely pocketed our passports preparing for the capsize of the ship at any moment. I felt deeply sick and could only lie on bed, stabilizing myself by pressing my arms and feet against the wall and the bed railings. Things in my cabin were thrown everywhere. My cabin was next to the bridge and the captain's cabin which was the highest cabin on the ship. However, some of the waves hit the ship over the funnel and the seawater broke open the outside doors and rushed through the corridor! The chef couldn't cook and my steward brought to me meals which were just sandwiches and tin food. I felt extremely guilty to see him (aged almost 50) struggling painfully up the stairs to bring the food to me. However I could not eat and drink. I just worried for my family folks who needed my support. I prayed for myself and everyone's safety. It was hell then and life was not easy. That was how we seamen earned a living!
Man Kin: “No fear” was not the feeling. While I encountered rough seas like that, I tried to comfort myself by leaving it to fate, and my thinking was along the line: “if my time is up, my time is up; there is not much I can do”, though I tried to keep faith with the crew and the ship too. Luckily, I was a born sailor as I did not suffer seasickness. When I was not on duty in the radio room, I usually stayed up in the bridge with the captain, the duty officer and the quarter-master. They tend to appreciate my presence. I pitied the engineers and the engine room crew, as they usually suffered seasickness worse than those above deck (probably due to the smell of oil and enclosed space which made it more difficult to sense the ship’s pitching, rolling and gyrating).
Like Ah Chak, my family folks would need my financial support, but my wishful thinking was that if I perished with the ship, there should be a huge insurance payout to my family as compensation. How silly and immature was I in those days? Lucky for me, my seafaring days were mostly sunny and calm, rough seas might be about 10% of the time. The best ship I sailed on was an ex-passenger ship so I spent most afternoons around the swimming pool and evenings in the bar. At that time, we spent a fair bit of time anchoring in the Persian Gulf waiting for berthing (the Arabs had money to buy from all over the world but their harbours were not that well advanced to handle the volume), so we sometimes invited crew members from other waiting ships to ours to have BBQ parties, drinks, movies… and this poor RO would have to handle the projector (changed films a few times per movie) !!! In general, I had a good life during those few years at sea; where else would you have a steward serving me and keeping me well fed (3 meals a day, couple of tea breaks and supper), tidying up my room, washing/ironing my clothes, shining my shoes, and taking care of odd jobs for me (only a small tip every now and then)?
Those were the days…
Man Fai: I enjoyed immensely my days as a seaman. Like my fellow sailor classmates, I had to support my family, which I undertook cheerfully. And very much like Ah Kin, I fortunately did not and still do not suffer from seasick, and spent many off-duty hours on the bridge too. Otherwise I read and listened to music from radio; my favorite stations included Radio HK, Radio Luxembourg and Lourenco Marques Radio (now Maputo, Mozambique).
When encountering rough weather, I never experience fear or even concern, and did not think of death nor had to pray. Right, Wai-Han, indeed it was good to be young. 初生之犢, so fearless and ignorant! I had my fair share of bad weather: for example my ship the 3000-ton Norwegian M/V Tarva, was battered by a typhoon from the
Taiwan Strait all the way into the middle of the
South China Sea. For three days we had no sightings and steered by dead reckoning only. On the fourth day, we found we were almost
a hundred miles off course. Another time I was on a 20000-ton Greek tanker, M/T Antares, sailing from
Mombasa to
Montevideo. The normal course after rounding the
Cape of Good Hope is to sail straight west. However, my new, 33 years old captain (I thought he was “mature” as I was only 23 then), on his first ever command; decided to take the
great circle route (GCR) since it was fair summer. Though shorter, the GCR would bring us much further south and deep into the
Roaring Forties. Half way through the crossing in the middle of the South Atlantic, a storm hit. The chief officer actually took me to mid-ship to feel the vibrations caused by long wavelength swells, which could break the ship in half. My captain stayed on the bridge after dinner, we chatted and he explained how he was steering the ship across the swells. Then I went on watch (duty), checked and found the nearest ship was over 300 miles away, and would take over a day to come to our rescue. With the frigid sea in the area, we would only last minutes in the water. Anyway before I went to bed, I scoured my closet nonchalantly, found the life jacket, and placed it for the first time ever beside my bed. I then promptly fell sound asleep. When I woke up next morning, the storm had subsided. My chief officer told me our captain stayed up all night till early morning. He probably would never venture into the Roaring Forties for the rest of his career.
Their sea adventures are exciting. aren't they?