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Originally Posted by Finkenwerder
Most 3rd and 2nd Mates called them 'pain in the a**e' bathrooms!
I also did the USA East Coast to South Africa service on Ruddbank - Ellis Rees was Master. On our first run down from USA a domestic water pipe burst over the crew's cabins resulting in a lot of wailing and baling! Thistlebond came into its own that day. I heard that one of the Fish Class on that service had a fire but I know not which one.
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The fire was on the Ruddbank and your truly was on it. Firebomb in bales of acrylic waste in No.5 upper tween deck. What a stink. Totalled a pile of up market open stow cars destined for Durban.
Put into Bermuda when the super boarded but for the life of me insisted cheking the fire using the bellows BA. Slight problem was the bellows were situated in the well between the accomodation and No 5 and sucked in all the acrid fumes. He didn't stay in the hatch too long.
Harry Taylor was the captain and when the agent came onboard to see if the fire was out and we could sail he had me escort him up to the bridge because he was "black". Never had much time for the old barsteward, he used to give me a bollocking a day and the day when I deserved one I think his words were "are you actually listening to me ?" at which time I'd given up the will to live and simply replied "NO". No more daily bollocking.
He also had the agent take him and his missus ashore every port for luch at the best restaraunt in town. Agents didn't much care for him either!
Wherever he is now I hope its hot hot hot.