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Gavan O'Connell 17
Contributed by
ramfire
on
Monday, 28th May 2007 @ 10:59:08 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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And the sea pounded the Copenhagen so that forward movement toward Nova Scotia was not possible. Ship ran
before the wind and its screaming sound made commands topside impossible unless mouth was at the bullhorn
within three feet of an ear. Sea water, in rolling and angry waves, flung their weight over the gunnels flooding the deck
with angry rushes that took everything away not tied down.
Erik Johansen was secured fast with line to a pair cleats near to the wheel. He’d lost his bearings but guessed their
heading was far from Bergen’s compass command. For him to see the
compass face was impossible for wind kept spray ever against it. He knew he’d never have a
chance to wipe it clean viewing its reading for ship’s wheel demanded all his strength and
attention in trying to keep the Copenhagen from floundering. His eyes were on
the oncoming surges and he fought hard to take their weight against the ship in
the best possible way.
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Re: Gavan O'Connell 17
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 7th October 2007 @ 12:39:50 AM AEST (User
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Come on ,Ramfire,where's Paddy? |
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