Membership In the - Council of American Master Mariners
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quite enough c<strong>of</strong>fee for all, nor enough<br />
tea, so we mixed <strong>the</strong> leaves and grounds<br />
and brewed a beverage that none <strong>of</strong> us<br />
could drink. We had whiskey with our<br />
eggs and bacon.<br />
We spent <strong>the</strong> morning with our new<br />
acquaintance. Later that afternoon, we<br />
opened up <strong>the</strong> cafe next door to <strong>the</strong><br />
Hotel Grand Misr and emptied <strong>the</strong> ice<br />
chest with our drinks. This time <strong>the</strong><br />
waiter brought a pan to <strong>the</strong> table to keep<br />
<strong>the</strong> ice in.<br />
That night as we headed back to <strong>the</strong><br />
ship, we found that she was over in<br />
Attica Bay, at anchor. <strong>In</strong> order to get<br />
<strong>the</strong>re, we hitchhiked around <strong>the</strong> bay<br />
on army vehicles, but had to walk <strong>the</strong><br />
last mile to <strong>the</strong> small boat jetty. It was<br />
midnight by this time, and ano<strong>the</strong>r air<br />
raid was on. We watched a ship blown<br />
up at <strong>the</strong> anchorage area, but it went too<br />
high to have been ours since we had no<br />
ammo a board.<br />
We found a large motor launch at <strong>the</strong><br />
pier, her Egyptian crew asleep all over<br />
her. None <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> launch crews would<br />
take us out during <strong>the</strong> raid for any<br />
amount <strong>of</strong> money. Quite a few men were<br />
on <strong>the</strong> pier waiting for transportation to<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir various ships, so we got toge<strong>the</strong>r<br />
and got <strong>the</strong> ancient engines started and<br />
cast <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> lines. We were well on our<br />
way to <strong>the</strong> anchorage when <strong>the</strong> crew<br />
decided we meant it and took over. They<br />
delivered us all to our respective ships,<br />
so all was well.<br />
During <strong>the</strong> long evenings in port, our<br />
crew sat around <strong>the</strong> fantail swapping<br />
yarns. Al told about <strong>the</strong> army major<br />
who had been arrested by <strong>the</strong> MPs who<br />
caught him nude, chasing a girl down<br />
<strong>the</strong> corridor <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> hotel. They charged<br />
him with “being out <strong>of</strong> uniform.” At his<br />
hearing <strong>the</strong> next day, he beat <strong>the</strong> rap<br />
by proving he had been dressed in <strong>the</strong><br />
uniform for <strong>the</strong> sport in which he was<br />
engaged.<br />
One <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> evening bull sessions<br />
brought up <strong>the</strong> story <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ordinary<br />
seaman who had been killed on a ship<br />
similar to ours as <strong>the</strong> ship was covering<br />
hatches at a port in <strong>In</strong>dia. The captain<br />
didn’t want to delay <strong>the</strong> departure to<br />
fill out all <strong>the</strong> forms, so he had <strong>the</strong> kid’s<br />
body stowed in <strong>the</strong> ship’s refrigerator<br />
and carried it back to <strong>the</strong> States. One<br />
night, <strong>the</strong> oiler was oiling in <strong>the</strong> shaft<br />
alley and saw <strong>the</strong> kid’s ghost asking for<br />
a cup <strong>of</strong> c<strong>of</strong>fee. On several occasions on<br />
<strong>the</strong> way homeward, various o<strong>the</strong>r members<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> crew also saw <strong>the</strong> ghost, who<br />
apparently rode with <strong>the</strong> body and left<br />
<strong>the</strong> ship with it.<br />
We finally discharged <strong>the</strong> balance <strong>of</strong><br />
our cargo and sailed for Durban, South<br />
Africa.<br />
Two days after we sailed, while I was at<br />
<strong>the</strong> wheel one morning, I heard a commotion<br />
on deck. The third mate came<br />
SS WeSt Jaffrey, New York, May 1941.<br />
in and took <strong>the</strong> wheel, saying, “Peter, it’s<br />
your friend Morales. Go down and find<br />
out what <strong>the</strong> trouble is.”<br />
I went down to find Morales, our<br />
Puerto Rican oiler, on his knees at <strong>the</strong><br />
rail praying over and over, “Mo<strong>the</strong>r<br />
Maria, <strong>the</strong>y no send me <strong>the</strong>re no more. I<br />
no go <strong>the</strong>re no more!”<br />
When I asked him what <strong>the</strong> problem<br />
was, he threw his arms around me and<br />
repeated his plea, adding, “Oh, Pedro, I<br />
am so frightened. I was back oiling <strong>the</strong><br />
shaft alley and I was thinking <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> story<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> kid’s ghost when I hear something<br />
… ‘Psst, Joe. You got a cigarette?’ I look<br />
around. Is nothing <strong>the</strong>re. I oil some<br />
more. I hear again: ‘Psst … Joe. You got<br />
a cigarette?’ Then I see two heads by <strong>the</strong><br />
deck plates… covered with oil but eyes<br />
open and looking at me… I come out<br />
very fast. I no go <strong>the</strong>re no more.”<br />
<strong>In</strong>vestigating, we found two stowaways,<br />
deserters from <strong>the</strong> British desert<br />
army hiding <strong>the</strong>re. Unfortunately for<br />
<strong>the</strong>m, <strong>the</strong>y had picked poor Morales<br />
for <strong>the</strong>ir opening. Their happiness at<br />
being bound for Durban was short-lived,<br />
though, as a fireman had gotten sick<br />
and we had to stop a British troopship<br />
to put him under a doctor’s care. The<br />
Mauritania was northbound for Suez.<br />
After turning over <strong>the</strong> stowaways to<br />
<strong>the</strong> crew <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Mauritania, we proceeded<br />
on down <strong>the</strong> Red Sea, turning into <strong>the</strong><br />
Gulf <strong>of</strong> Aden about ten that night. When<br />
I had gone on watch, <strong>the</strong> air temperature<br />
was about ninety-five degrees, but<br />
when we made <strong>the</strong> turn <strong>the</strong> temperature<br />
dropped to about seventy degrees. So we<br />
all bundled up for our next few watches<br />
until we got acclimated to <strong>the</strong> comparatively<br />
cool <strong>In</strong>dian Ocean breezes.<br />
When we rounded Cape Guardafui<br />
and headed down <strong>In</strong>dian Ocean toward<br />
<strong>the</strong> Mozambique Channel, we again<br />
heard rumors <strong>of</strong> U-boats in <strong>the</strong> area and<br />
resumed our attentiveness during <strong>the</strong><br />
hours we drifted repairing breakdowns.<br />
When we arrived at Durban, <strong>the</strong> boilers<br />
had to be overhauled, so we lay ten days<br />
between that and getting our cargo <strong>of</strong><br />
manganese ore.<br />
Al was put on <strong>the</strong> twelve-to-four<br />
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