Membership In the - Council of American Master Mariners
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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.