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Heaving the lead. Crossing the Escravos bar into the creeks on the Eboe with Captain Coughlan. In the chains with the hand lead doing my best to keep up with the depth calls with the ship doing 15 knots (or so it seemed) but not meeting the old man's expectations. "What were you doing down there son" he roared. "Swinging the lead sir" I responded. "What??? - land lubbers swing the lead - seamen HEEEAVE the lead". I believe one ship at the fork clipped the trees with the stern and left the old mans dhobie hanging in the trees
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