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<strong>In</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

Peter >>>Continued from page 23<br />

watch, so Don Stoker, <strong>the</strong> messman, and<br />

I teamed up for town touring. We spent<br />

our day <strong>of</strong>f riding in rickshaws, lying on<br />

<strong>the</strong> beach, etc. The place seemed to be a<br />

nice resort community, and we relaxed<br />

in <strong>the</strong> sunshine.<br />

When we sailed from Durban with a<br />

full load <strong>of</strong> manganese ore, <strong>the</strong> ship was<br />

down to her marks (fully loaded).<br />

While rounding Cape <strong>of</strong> Good Hope,<br />

we ran into a storm with following<br />

winds. The large seas coming over <strong>the</strong><br />

stern washed away <strong>the</strong> gratings on which<br />

we coiled our mooring lines. <strong>In</strong> doing so,<br />

<strong>the</strong> loose gratings cut <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> tops <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

air vents around <strong>the</strong> poopdeck. A door<br />

on <strong>the</strong> midship house was also torn <strong>of</strong>f<br />

and managed to sever <strong>the</strong> hydraulic lines<br />

from <strong>the</strong> bridge to <strong>the</strong> steering engine.<br />

For <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> trip into Capetown,<br />

we steered with <strong>the</strong> steam valves in<br />

<strong>the</strong> steering engine room, standing in<br />

seaboots and oilskins in <strong>the</strong> hot steamy<br />

room, occasionally sidestepping <strong>the</strong> columns<br />

<strong>of</strong> sea water pouring down <strong>the</strong><br />

vents.<br />

All along <strong>the</strong> trip, I had been getting<br />

copies <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sights from <strong>the</strong> mates and<br />

working out <strong>the</strong> ship’s navigation for<br />

myself on a pilot chart for practice. At<br />

<strong>the</strong> ship’s union meetings, I had been<br />

typing <strong>the</strong> minutes and sending typed<br />

letters to my pen pals. After repairs in<br />

Capetown, as we were headed north to<br />

Trinidad for bunkers, <strong>the</strong> captain asked<br />

me, “Where did you learn to type?”<br />

I said, “<strong>In</strong> high school.”<br />

He said, “Call your watch partner to<br />

take over <strong>the</strong> wheel.” Then he took me<br />

down to his cabin and set me to typing<br />

up manifests, letters <strong>of</strong> protests and<br />

o<strong>the</strong>r items <strong>of</strong> ship’s business.<br />

When we arrived in Trinidad, we started<br />

meeting outbound freighters with<br />

anti-sub guns mounted on <strong>the</strong>ir sterns.<br />

The ominous feeling <strong>of</strong> impending entry<br />

into <strong>the</strong> war in Europe was heavy.<br />

Captain Stevens told me he was going<br />

to approach <strong>the</strong> company, <strong>American</strong><br />

Export Lines, about signing me up as<br />

a cadet. However, since <strong>the</strong> Maritime<br />

Commission was setting up training<br />

<strong>Membership</strong><br />

schools, <strong>the</strong> private company cadet programs<br />

were discontinued.<br />

The day before we rounded Cape<br />

Hatteras, about 11:00 a.m., <strong>the</strong> usual<br />

engine breakdown was signaled on <strong>the</strong><br />

engine room telegraph. The third mate<br />

started out to <strong>the</strong> wing <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bridge to<br />

answer it, and damned near jumped over<br />

<strong>the</strong> wheelhouse when he spotted a submarine<br />

surfacing about 200 yards <strong>of</strong>f our<br />

port beam. The date was November 5,<br />

1941. No armament was on <strong>the</strong>se ships<br />

<strong>the</strong>n, and a submarine surfacing so near!<br />

Needless to say, <strong>the</strong> mate lost no time in<br />

sending me aft to raise a new <strong>American</strong><br />

flag, just in case. By <strong>the</strong> time I got it up,<br />

<strong>the</strong> sub had hoisted an <strong>American</strong> flag too<br />

and steamed <strong>of</strong>f on <strong>the</strong> surface. We got<br />

<strong>the</strong> engines going a few hours later and<br />

were relieved as we sailed into Baltimore.<br />

News events for <strong>the</strong> months <strong>of</strong> 1941<br />

we had been at sea included <strong>the</strong> landing<br />

<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> passengers <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Zam Zam<br />

SS WeSt Jaffrey<br />

Company: <strong>American</strong> Export Lines, <strong>In</strong>c. New York, NY<br />

<strong>Master</strong>: Earle S. Stevens<br />

Gross Tons: 5663<br />

Home Port: Portland, OR<br />

Built: 1919@ Portland, OR<br />

Dimensions: 410’ x 54’ x 28’<br />

who had been prisoners on <strong>the</strong> German<br />

Raider Atlantis from <strong>the</strong> time <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir<br />

capture on <strong>the</strong> way to Capetown.<br />

Germany attacked her Axis partner,<br />

Russia, on June 22. This event alone<br />

changed <strong>the</strong> face <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> war as far as <strong>the</strong><br />

Isolationists and also <strong>the</strong> Communist<br />

front organizations in <strong>the</strong> United States,<br />

whose propaganda up until that event<br />

had been to keep <strong>the</strong> United States out<br />

<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> war in Europe.<br />

September 18: Several Italian transports<br />

were sunk by <strong>the</strong> Malta-based British submarine<br />

Upholder while <strong>the</strong>y were en route<br />

to Benghazi. This delayed reinforcements<br />

to Rommel in North Africa.<br />

September 23: The sinking <strong>of</strong> Russian<br />

naval units Marat and Kirov at Leningrad<br />

by German air raids.<br />

November 14: The HMS Ark Royal,<br />

pride <strong>of</strong> British Navy, was sunk in <strong>the</strong><br />

Mediterranean by U-81. <br />

The Freighter, SS West Jaffrey, was stranded and wrecked on Harriet Ledge<br />

<strong>of</strong>f Halfbald Island, Nova Scotia (43-36 North/66·02 West) at 2350 EWT on<br />

February 8, 1942 while en route from Boston, Massachusetts to Halifax, Nova<br />

Scotia. She carried a crew <strong>of</strong> 38 men plus an Armed Guard <strong>of</strong> fourteen. There<br />

were no casualties. The ship was declared a total loss on February 13th. Photo<br />

courtesy <strong>of</strong> <strong>Mariners</strong> Museum, Newport News, VA.<br />

24 Sidelights December 2012 The <strong>Council</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>American</strong> <strong>Master</strong> <strong>Mariners</strong>, <strong>In</strong>c.

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