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colleague and me in our bunks. Steeply we went up the<br />
wave crest. Feet first. High up, at the crest of the wave,<br />
the Juvel paused for a split second. As if she was delaying<br />
the unstoppable on the tipping edge. It took courage –<br />
and then, as a mass of several thousand tons of steel,<br />
plunged into the wave canyon. To fall after ten meters<br />
of free fa- Ahhhh! -ll hit the concrete-hard surface of the<br />
water, Wroommm! – while I stayed in my bunk, frozen<br />
stiff with fear. I clung with both hands to the boards on<br />
the side of my thin mattress, while I pursued only one<br />
thought for hours.<br />
I hope the welds withstand!<br />
Wroommm! –<br />
I hope the welds withstand!<br />
Wroommm! –<br />
Which weld defects lay dormant in the hull joints of the<br />
Juvel, how they got in there and how they were covered<br />
up by the quality department just to meet the deadline for<br />
the hull extension, and whether the welds even held back<br />
to the safe harbor of Montevideo, is revealed in the sailor’s<br />
story, We love the Storms, contained in this book. By<br />
the way, I also sang the pirate song of the same name<br />
of the Bündische youth movement 1 , which I learned as a<br />
little scout at the campfire, on that stormy night. I sang<br />
for hours. While outside, in the pitch dark and surrounded<br />
by icebergs, the sea raged, the waves reared up – to sink<br />
the Juvel with its 52 men strong crew. To avenge the billion-fold<br />
death of the defenseless inhabitants of the Arctic<br />
Ocean, to avenge the krill we had caught and pulverized.<br />
Wroommm! –<br />
To be honest, I wasn’t singing because I enjoyed the<br />
ship-like up-and-down movements. No, no. On the contrary!<br />
I sang to drown out the dark voice of my fear. And<br />
to banish the film of revenge and weld failure haunting<br />
my mind:<br />
“We love the storms, the roaring billows<br />
of the ice-cold winds rough face.