cmk76
15-12-2012, 10:32 AM
15 Dec 12 6.00 pm (part 2)
This ship was a gift to its captain on the day that he was born. At the time of birth, it was a tug boat, and had been tugging along for the most of the captain’s schooling years. Until the first maiden voyage was made to the canals of Uruguay when the captain was just 17.
Many more voyages were made during the last 20 years. Many of the unchartered waters were conquered and explored. Now the ship may not be the most efficient or experienced of the waters, but it was an adventurous and trustworthy ship. It was fastidiously cleaned, well maintained and preferred to travel at a steady speed of 69 nautical miles.
From the tightest ravines of India, where the shallow waters were met with resistance, but with the careful manoeuvring of the ship, saw through the journey safely and competently.
To the dark, wet, cavernous tunnels of Burma, the ship had barely made it to see light at the other end, due to the overheating and spontaneous combustion of the engine. But finally, sailed out in relief.
And once through the wintery climates of snow covered South Korea, the ship had to travel in fear of avalanches falling from glaciers along its icy cold waters. But successfully navigated through to find its way to the warmer waters of Thailand.
On this latest expedition, it was no exception. The challenge that lay ahead for the ship, its captain and all its able bodied seamen on board. This time, venturing along the bay of the Orient, known to the modern world as Hong Kong.
The bay was flanked by magnificent, undulating mountains that were inviting and well formed. This was Mount Lisa, on both sides. Now, if you look closer ahead, just before the beautiful tip, you can spot a rare maroon jade stone that is caressed around the mounts. This was a distinct feature of Mount Lisa. And it was spectacular.
The captain saw, appreciated its natural beauty and began to proceed gently through the canyon. The closer the ship got, the mountains appeared bigger, and at this point, a further assessment of the passage was needed.
The passage that lay ahead began to build upwards, and that the ship will have to cut through excess amounts of water pouring down the mountains between. The water levels began rising, while the ship powered through. During which time, an unusual event had occurred. The mountains began closing in, as if by a force of natural proportions! The captain kept calm but focussed his attention to this challenge ahead.
The mountains natural motions began to provoke the ship and its crew. It was too late to turn back but to forge ahead and deal with what was yet to come.
A call was put through to the engine room, where the seamen prepared for the worst, as they worked tirelessly to ensure that all mechanicals would not blow internally or prematurely.
The mountains began teasing the little ship, clamping it between its gorge. It was now wedged and could only move no more than an inch forwards and then an inch backwards. The mountains force prevented the ship to steer straight, but instead tilted the front upwards.
“Full steam ahead and thrust away, bring the rear up for support!” commanded the captain.
The ship powered vigorously, thrusting back and forth to free itself from the clutch of the mountains. A violent, rocking motion had the captain holding on to the ‘helm’ rather securely. A sudden change of wind direction blew directly at the ship and its crew.
The internals of the engine were building up at a rapid speed, the seamen were now worried and warned the captain that it was about to erupt! The heat was now unbearable in the room, a leak has now sprung. Before the crew could hold on tight, the engine exploded with such force that every able bodied seamen were shot through the deck below and punched through the bow of the ship!
Seamen went flying out from the bow and landed everywhere on scattered areas of Mount Lisa, the ship and narrowly missing its captain too. The mountains began to divide, and the natural force had subsided. The ship was free once again. The captain survived, wiping his brow, sighing relief that the event had stopped.
Unfortunately, a large number of the crew were ‘wiped’ away from the ship and the mountains. They were sacrificed for the journey of the ship, as were many. These were brave men, the captain said sadly. A few had survived and the bosun appeared to query the captain.
“Captain! What was that we had attempted to pass through?”
“Ahh, my good bosun, that is what was called a canyon, a ‘Spanish’ term originally!”
This ship was a gift to its captain on the day that he was born. At the time of birth, it was a tug boat, and had been tugging along for the most of the captain’s schooling years. Until the first maiden voyage was made to the canals of Uruguay when the captain was just 17.
Many more voyages were made during the last 20 years. Many of the unchartered waters were conquered and explored. Now the ship may not be the most efficient or experienced of the waters, but it was an adventurous and trustworthy ship. It was fastidiously cleaned, well maintained and preferred to travel at a steady speed of 69 nautical miles.
From the tightest ravines of India, where the shallow waters were met with resistance, but with the careful manoeuvring of the ship, saw through the journey safely and competently.
To the dark, wet, cavernous tunnels of Burma, the ship had barely made it to see light at the other end, due to the overheating and spontaneous combustion of the engine. But finally, sailed out in relief.
And once through the wintery climates of snow covered South Korea, the ship had to travel in fear of avalanches falling from glaciers along its icy cold waters. But successfully navigated through to find its way to the warmer waters of Thailand.
On this latest expedition, it was no exception. The challenge that lay ahead for the ship, its captain and all its able bodied seamen on board. This time, venturing along the bay of the Orient, known to the modern world as Hong Kong.
The bay was flanked by magnificent, undulating mountains that were inviting and well formed. This was Mount Lisa, on both sides. Now, if you look closer ahead, just before the beautiful tip, you can spot a rare maroon jade stone that is caressed around the mounts. This was a distinct feature of Mount Lisa. And it was spectacular.
The captain saw, appreciated its natural beauty and began to proceed gently through the canyon. The closer the ship got, the mountains appeared bigger, and at this point, a further assessment of the passage was needed.
The passage that lay ahead began to build upwards, and that the ship will have to cut through excess amounts of water pouring down the mountains between. The water levels began rising, while the ship powered through. During which time, an unusual event had occurred. The mountains began closing in, as if by a force of natural proportions! The captain kept calm but focussed his attention to this challenge ahead.
The mountains natural motions began to provoke the ship and its crew. It was too late to turn back but to forge ahead and deal with what was yet to come.
A call was put through to the engine room, where the seamen prepared for the worst, as they worked tirelessly to ensure that all mechanicals would not blow internally or prematurely.
The mountains began teasing the little ship, clamping it between its gorge. It was now wedged and could only move no more than an inch forwards and then an inch backwards. The mountains force prevented the ship to steer straight, but instead tilted the front upwards.
“Full steam ahead and thrust away, bring the rear up for support!” commanded the captain.
The ship powered vigorously, thrusting back and forth to free itself from the clutch of the mountains. A violent, rocking motion had the captain holding on to the ‘helm’ rather securely. A sudden change of wind direction blew directly at the ship and its crew.
The internals of the engine were building up at a rapid speed, the seamen were now worried and warned the captain that it was about to erupt! The heat was now unbearable in the room, a leak has now sprung. Before the crew could hold on tight, the engine exploded with such force that every able bodied seamen were shot through the deck below and punched through the bow of the ship!
Seamen went flying out from the bow and landed everywhere on scattered areas of Mount Lisa, the ship and narrowly missing its captain too. The mountains began to divide, and the natural force had subsided. The ship was free once again. The captain survived, wiping his brow, sighing relief that the event had stopped.
Unfortunately, a large number of the crew were ‘wiped’ away from the ship and the mountains. They were sacrificed for the journey of the ship, as were many. These were brave men, the captain said sadly. A few had survived and the bosun appeared to query the captain.
“Captain! What was that we had attempted to pass through?”
“Ahh, my good bosun, that is what was called a canyon, a ‘Spanish’ term originally!”