EndOfTheTether

I remember the first time I saw a flying fish, it was sunset and we were drifting on a glassy sea off the coast of Malaysia. The sky was painted in brilliant shades of yellow, pink and blue. An oil platform standing in the distance contrasted with green mountainous coast. Just then, as I was taking in the scene, a small fish zipped across the surface of the water. I was shocked, and then another. It was beautiful. The next time I saw a flying fish, it was midnight on a turbulent sea and the thing landed in my lap. http://notsuchaseriousaffair.blogspot.com/2013/04/flying-fish.html

"How much water is he talking about?" "He never said. He killed the port engine and told me something about a shaft seal and to get the crew up because he. . . " "Wait, what!? The shaft seal, which one?" asked the increasingly concerned Captain. "It was the port shaft seal. That's right the port." "We were running on the port engine right?" asked the Captain as he quickly began to realize just how much the bridge was pitching and rolling. "We are D.I.W. aren't we?" "um. . . " "Dammit! You stay up here and keep shouting over the intercom until someone tells you to stop!" Yelled the Captain as he rushed out the door and down the ladder to

"We are taking on water, and quickly. Just wake up the crew and get 'em down here!" He slammed the phone down onto the receiver as he nervously looked around the control booth. Countless dials, gauges switches, buttons and controls surrounded George as he sat there nervously thinking for a moment. I gotta' stop the main, I need to get that plugged up somehow, he thought as he continued to look around for the answers. Acting on impulse and nearly independently of his mind he raced over to the emergency stops and killed the port diesel engine. The engine room grew quieter and suddenly the loud roar of the engine died off. Thank GOD that's done