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Gavan O'Connell

Contributed by ramfire on Monday, 25th December 2006 @ 06:14:17 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Wind ripped through the rigging. Because wind was
strong blowing cold, sheets with extended billows
were stiff, unyielding. Men struggled to reef them.
Gale and mounting surge were increasing.
The ship pitched and rolled. Sleet and ice in halyards
encrusted blocks, covered lines. North Atlantic weather
and water were assaulting forces. Both gave the ship
and crew no quarter; it tried their captain.
Lars Nielsen welcomed the fight. He enjoyed the challenge
for such had never beaten him. This Danish ship and crew
would survive. Ten years he’d been captain never
having lost a command, yet this weather and sea were bad
giving indication of becoming worse, which warning signed
greater battle still to come. Officers and crew were capable.
Together they had experienced like conditions before.
Brig Copenhagen was a fine vessel, a ship that answered
smartly to the wheel. She’d bring them safely to Halifax, Nova Scotia.
The question was could the ship and crew beat Yorkshire’s
record of sixteen days set three years ago in 1846? Probably not
It all depended on the weather.

Copyright Â© ramfire ... [ 2006-12-25 18:14:17]
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Re: Gavan O'Connell (User Rating: 1 )
by MisfitMe on Saturday, 30th December 2006 @ 08:14:31 PM AEST
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I don't know, but, I'm off to find out...

"I'm feeling nearly as vested in the answer as these sailors must be", she yells over the howling wind that whips wet hair into her eyes as she tightens her death grip on the rigging...

I was there, I love it when that happen!!!!

BigLoveMuchPeace,
~Kerry Lynne

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