Let me begin
by saying this is Mark here. Pauline is
not involved in this expedition at all except to stay behind, worry, pray, work
and look after Sari Timur while I am off on this adventure. So when I use the word we in this narration
it will be referring to the crew of the tug Chahunta whom I work with.
To give a
little background, winter is the slow time for tug work. Many companies shut
down for the winter and certainly a lot of activities grind down to a
crawl. So normally we use winter as a
time to do maintenance work. However
since we are one of the few tugs working we have to be ready at short notice to
go to work. We had built a greenhouse
kind of structure around the winch as we had been refurbishing it. The green house allowed us to do local jobs
but was not tough enough to take on the Gulf of Alaska in a winter gale. We have had this up through most of the
winter and had gotten rather used to it being there, even though the winch was
pretty much finished.
On Thursday
the 5th of January we were down in the engine room changing some of
the antiquated, read ready to die, pumps we had on board, as well as drain the
coolant out of the port main engine and fix a tiny leak that had been nagging
us. By 10:30 am we were quite a ways
into these projects, that is to say we had the upper and lower large seawater
pumps disconnected (these serve as fire pumps, emergency bilge pumps etc.), the
main fuel transfer pump was disconnected and the hose was off the port main
engine. At that time we got the call
that a fishing vessel was in distress about 200 miles away in the Gulf of
Alaska and we were to be on standby. The
weather was forecast for 60 knot winds and 35 foot seas. Whoops, suddenly we had to put the boat back
together so we again had two engines, hopefully get the main transfer pump
working so we could move fuel and get one of the seawater pumps back on line.
This we achieved in pretty much record time so that before lunch sometime when
we got the call we were a working boat again. Now we had to provision, get a lot of supplies
off the boat and destroy the greenhouse before we could leave. This meant no lunch or dinner but continuous hard
work until nearly eight pm when we cast our lines off the dock, still stowing
gear.
The plan was
to rendezvous with the Lady Gudny (the vessel in distress) and the Coast Guard
Cutter Spar who would be arriving faster than us as she is a faster vessel and
also coming from Kodiak which was slightly closer. On Friday as we are battling seasickness,
tiredness and all the things one does when rushed to sea in bad weather, the
Spar informed us they would try to make tow on the Lady Gudny and get them
oriented out of the troughs where they were being bashed about quite badly and
meet us and transfer tow early Saturday morning. Our captain made mention that he thought this
a little strange and said he would not really like to be trying to make tow in
this weather. We had just taken a 40
foot wave off the aft beam and it had enough force to break our line locker
away. This meant we had to get the two
heavy spare towing lines we have in there out and secure them somewhere as well
as shift the locker over to the starboard rail and lash it off.
Well sure
enough as we are taking care of this we got the call that the tow line had
parted and gotten around the Spar’s props and now we had two vessels with no
means of propulsion. At that time the
Coast Guard evacuated the crew of the Lady Gudny by chopper and our mission
changed to tow the Spar. Now as one can
imagine, the proverbial stuff is hitting the fan so another Coast Guard vessel,
the Hickory, was sent out from Homer and Amak Towing (our company) sent out a
second tug.
Just after
sunrise Saturday, we picked up a radar contact that we believe to be the Lady
Gudny. As it passed on the beam about
five miles off we did indeed spot her with the binoculars. An hour later we approached the Spar and got
into VHF contact with her only to find that the Hickory and the Alice T are
also arriving soon. So our mission had
again changed and we are to go back to the Lady Gudny and try to rescue
her. The Alice T (our tug from Kodiak)
was to make tow on the Spar and the Hickory would act as standby and assist
wherever required. Luckily the winds had
dropped to the mid-twenties and the seas were also below twenty feet, or at
least most of them were. We got back to
the Lady Gudny and figured out the tow line that parted was not sufficient to
make up to. This meant putting a man on
board her and making up a line that we could tow with. As I am the lowest man on the totem pole on
the Chahunta I got the call to make the leap of faith over to the Lady Gudny
and rig up some way to tow her. I made
it over and the guys were able to get me some chains, shackles and a tow
shackle to hook up our light tow hawser.
The boat was still in the troughs and very light so she is still rolling
side to side so a lot of this work was done on the ground on all fours but I
eventually rigged the towing shackle to a bar on the anchor winch with safety
chains through the anchor line and accepted our light line which is a ten inch
floating line with eyes on both sides. I
was to make fast one eye while the Chahunta paid out the rest with a pick up
buoy on it to pick up after they rescued me.
It was dark
when all this was finalised. I also
rigged up the remains of the broken tow lines as additional safety lines to our
tow line but think there was no way these would hold tow in any kind of weather
especially what we had then. The wind
had picked back up to 30 knots and my captain could no longer manoeuvre the Chahunta
close enough for me to get back on board.
So I was to be left on board for the night.
The Lady
Gudny’s problems stemmed from dirty fuel so she had no power or propulsion on
her. I had to figure some way to survive
the night. Luckily the bridge door was
unlocked and I opened it to find a scene of chaos, stuff rolling all around the
bridge, broken monitors and gear and survival suits, blankets, empty drink cans
and goo everywhere.
I mentioned
I had been seasick Friday so I was hungry and dying of thirst. No heat, no electricity and no power were the
least of my problems. Luckily I had
carried a small torch (flashlight to you other Americans) and was able to find
another and some spare batteries on the bridge.
So armed with a safety torch I went further below looking for food and
water. I finally made it to the galley
and found most of the food had been jettisoned but I did find some apple chips
and some crackers and more importantly a bottle of grapefruit juice and berry
juice. Other than a quick ham sandwich
before making the leap, it was my first food in nearly 30 hours.
I had
purchased a Mustang Survival Floatation Worksuit last Thanksgiving and this was
my first opportunity to put it through the test. I must say it was performing brilliantly but
this is still January in the Gulf of Alaska and towards morning I was feeling
cold especially my wet feet. I was keeping
a scheduled radio contact with the Chahunta every two hours and in the mean
time I was trying to remove the trip hazards on the bridge and do a slight
clean up. I decided to go through the
staterooms and see if I could find a pair of socks. Nothing! I guess these guys were allowed to bring
suitcases when they were rescued but I did find a sleeping bag so I grabbed
that and a couple of blankets and when not on the bridge I was wrapped up like
a cocoon in the captain’s cabin trying to keep warm until morning.
As the sun
rose the only vessel in sight was the Hickory and she was a long way off. Rather unnerving knowing I was drifting
helpless and alone and could be hit or sunk with no one to rescue me. It became more unnerving when I could not
make radio contact with Chahunta. However,
after about an hour of trying I finally got through to her. She had been arranging her towlines and went
the wrong way! The night before when the
captain could not get alongside to pick me up I had said make the tow and take
me off in Seward. That was 16 hours
earlier and we would have been almost there by now. But that thought had gotten into the captain’s
head and so now he suggested that I stay on board and tend the tow line. In the end that proved to be the right idea
as we nearly broke the towline twice but I was able to relay message to the
Chahunta to slow down under both conditions and we made it to Kodiak. To give Chahunta their due they did shift
over some bread, peanut butter, Spam, some oranges, granola and my second ham
sandwich I didn’t finish before jumping over along with some dry socks and
emergency tow lights and a spare radio.
The rest of
the crew then set to work picking up the towline while I rigged the lights and
watched. It was a work of art recovering
the line and making the hook up while not getting it into her props like the
Spar. And once we were done and able to
relay to the Hickory that we had made tow, the crew sat down for steaks and me
for my left over ham sandwich. I am not
sure which tasted better but at the time I am pretty sure it was that ham
sandwich.
Anyway the
rest is pretty much boring, I survived, we got the Lady Gudny to Kodiak. The Hickory kindly escorted us most of the
way. Thanks Hickory, you don’t know how
much of a comfort you were. And I
finally made it to Kodiak.
As full
disclosure goes, these events are based on what I know as a lowly AB and are as
true as I saw it. We may have to tow the
Spar to Seattle or San Francisco so there is more damage to her than a rope in
her props. And oh, this is not the first
time I made it to Kodiak. I had been to
the airport on a refuelling stop from Dutch Harbor back in 1983. This time we had only 20 minutes to sight see
as the skipper had a lot of things we needed doing the next day and he wanted
to leave that night for Seward after refuelling. We did strong arm him into a dinner at the
local restaurant before departing. Oh
and one last thanks to Mustang Survival for making such a great work suit.
These Photos are from my First Mate I may get some more from the rest of the crew later
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Before I jump over |
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Under Tow |
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She is Safe in Kodiak |