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Codes of Survival -Scripts - a series of short factionalized stories based on historical events in the Subantarctic Islands written by Lloyd Godman to accompany the exhibition and installation - 1993 - © Lloyd Godman

Codes of Survival - Scripts

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1991 - SEA STORM     


I have been through some rough times at sea. Not rough in  the sense that the word could suggest fights and wild times or just plain rough work, but rough in terms of the worst weather one could ever imagine. But you can expect that from the ocean if you have been about it for some time and its actually a fun part of the whole life style. For  twenty five years now Iv'e seen all kinds of storms in  every ocean of the world and few, in fact none, have put  me down. Even this last one in the South Tasman SeaTo Map, it was about as bad as any I can remember and still it didn't have me worried to any real degree.

It was a hell of a storm as far as they go, with force ten  winds, gales of whipping spray that streaked across the  surface in a fine salt mist, obliterating the bow of the ship from the wide view out from the bridge. On a clear day the view is spectacular, right down the length  of the ship, across the tops of the containers and far  off to the ocean in the distance.

This storm, had 22,000 tonnes of ship rolling from 40  degrees starboard to 40 degrees port with the constant  heaving pitch of the immense swells that hammered at the  ship. I had absolute trust in the ship and our ability to  come through it. The technology and standard of ship building these days is so good that there really is no risk in the hands of a qualified captain and a good crew. The  computer guided navigation systems and computer loading and weighting systems means there is few  problems with  these aspects of the ship too. With this storm, there was though, a hell of a furore of  crashing and banging all the way across the sea, and even during the slightly quieter voyage up the south east coast of New Zealand there was still a certain amount of  crashing about. Every time a great wall of water struck the ship there was a shudder and the banging of metal that could be heard above the sound of the storm itself and  continued until the next wave hit and it started over again.  It didn't take too long to detect the source of all this  commotion, and it turned out to be some large rolls of  sheet steel. We deduced that these had been poorly  secured at Melbourne and once they had broke free inside the containers, they began bashing about uncontrolled in the chaotic rolling motion of the ship. 

Backwards and forwards, from side to side, any way they pleased, the 10 tonne rolls made a hell of a mess rolling about. There must have been some real force as they hit the container walls. Most of these heavy rolls smashed straight out the side of the containers and into the ocean, leaving gapping jaggered holes in the steel walls as evidence of the  brashness of their hurried exit. We never saw one of them  go out the viability was that poor. The side of the ship, the Columbus Australia had dints and gouges where they  had caught bits on the way out and down to the ocean. Then there was the ones that never made it all the way to the water and just kept rolling around the deck until they became lodged in some tight nook or cranny and could go no further.  There were about fifteen to twenty containers that the rolls
burst out off, god knows the value of that lot, but there is a fair bit of damage to the deck and support structure  of the ship that will take some repair.

When the storm was at its full height, it was a matter of  surviving and grabbing hold of something very solid, secure, then holding on for grim death. If you iscalculated the  flying furniture was evidence of ones fate. The tables  and chairs were rolling about all over the place and most of  the time there wasn't a hell of a lot we could do about it but let them go. If a person hit the walls or deck with the same force, it would be broken bone time for sure.

Luckily I thought of my computer early and managed to save that as the storm was just beginning to build and hit the ship.  It was just beginning to slide about, but had not quite toppled  off the desk onto the floor yet by the time I got there. I searched for a quick certain way to protect it and in  desperation grabbed a thick blanket off the bed, wrapped it up in it and stowed it in the safety of my locker. It was well jammed in here and lay nestled in the tight space for the  rest of the trip. It still works fine so I was glad I got  there before things got too bad.

All the rest of the crew were fine, although there was probably a few who were a bit more shaken inside than they would care to admit. We had a German tourist working her passage between Australia and New Zealand though and she was really shaken. Looked as white as a sheet.  She was absolutely convinced we were going to sink. Poor girl, I can't blame her, for when we were way down in the troughs it must have seemed as though there was only  mountains of waves on all sides and we were half way  down to the bottom already. She struggled up onto the bridge at six in the morning and all she could see was  waves crashing in all directions and the spray whistling  across the air so that it cut the visibility down to about thirty feet.

The steel was on the way to Philadelphia out of the port of Melbourne. I can only suppose that those heavy rolls of steel are well gone to the bottom, I can't imagine that there  could be any way they could float. At least there had  been no containers lost over the side. They can make treacherous ocean hazards, especially for small  ships and yachts.

 

He was right, they had gone straight down to the ocean floor. But the steel rolls had been strapped down to wooden pallets, and as the storm hit the metal strapping had slowly loosened and then sheered in a snap and this is what had allowed the  rolls to smash about. Some had taken the pallets still attached out with them and these had sunk too. But some other pallets had been totally free and as they crashed out of the jaggered  gapping holes in the containers to the water below, they floated off on the resolute tides to where they pleased. This floating dunnage still held the remnants of the steel strapping attached to the pallets and had scars of wood chipped away where  they had earlier been hit by the rolls.

Right in the middle of the ocean we found a bloody wooden pallet floating. Half way down the southern ocean, here was this dam thing floating about. It was with luck that we saw it at all, for it was floating just in no more and awash with water.  If we hadn't passed within a few feet of it I am sure we would never have seen it. God it makes me made the crap some morons throw into the ocean, the bastards will never learn.

For one thing they have no respect for the ocean and just see it as some endless junk pile where everything disappears out of sight, and for the other, what a bloody hazard. If a charter  boat as ours hit the thing at full speed in the night I;d hate to imagine the fright it might cause and perhaps even some damage, and as for a small yacht it could rip the hull clean to bits. It would be a hell of an experience in these cold waters.

Well we circled around for a while before we could get a hook and line attacked to it and then we were able to fish the sad looking thing out of the water. It weighed quite a ton and as we began to haul it up the boat lurched over a little and so we ended up dragging it round to the stern and pulled it up in a series of motions there. Even though the ocean was quite calm we strapped it securely on board, and proceeded on our way through the southern ocean. Other than this it was an uneventful voyage compared to some of the previous trips  where we have encountered storms, with extremes of wind, wave and rain.

Once down at the Auckland Islands, we decided to land at EnderbyTo Map and leave the pallet there beside the hut. 

It would have been the right thing to take it with us all the way to the Falklands and South Georgia, but it would have been right in the way. At least it was no danger to small shipping now and we could feel relieved about that. We left a note at the hut for the DOC people to let them know how it  had got there. They are often down here with the Navy  and they can probably arrange to have it taken back on that sometime. By the time we did have it ashore the rusty steel strapping band had come right off the timbers and we left  that along side the hut also. But the winds in these islands are extreme and over a period of extreme gales, the strapping eventually blew out from the shelter of the hut and unravelled like a large spring, which made it even more sail like and able to blow off in an uncanny snaking, whip like manner springing across the ground with a twang  and ping in spastic convulsions every time the strongest  winds hit it. Eventually it sprung up into the bush and finally came to rest under a pile of fern fronds at the bottom of a stream.


© Lloyd Godman

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