“ The sun, low
down to the east, was shining from a clear blue sky that day,” he said in a
quiet voice. “ Hardly a ripple disturbed the water of the bay. To the starboard
of the San Fernando, lying at anchor off the small oil terminal on the island,
were the golden sands of a beach. In Britain, on a day like this, such a beach
would be crowded. That morning it was almost empty. Arcing around the bay,
green jungle and forest climbed steeply from the sand towards the ridge of a
line of hills.”
“ Directly shoreward
from the ship, a jetty pushed incongruously out of the jungle into the clear
blue water, the piles holding up the decking, grey and weather beaten. Forming
a tee at the end of the jetty was a berth occupied by some brightly coloured
but rust streaked fishing boats and three navy patrol vessels. Hanging from a
metal structure on the jetty were a couple of black rubber pipes connected to
two silver pipelines marching shore wards and disappearing into the jungle. In
the distance, half shrouded by trees, the tops of several silver tanks shone
dully in the sunshine.”
All this I
took in at a glance as I came out of the accommodation dressed in a pair of
shorts and flip flops,” he went on. “ In my hand, I carried a mug of coffee.
Standing by the rail, I breathed deeply of the warm, fragrant air. The almost empty golden beach invited me to
spend a lazy day lying in the sun and doing nothing. Away towards one end of
the beach, a few fishermen were tending their nets by their fishing canoes.
“ This is, I
thought, a perfect morning.”
“ It was early
and, as I stood looking out over the bay and the island, the ship’s crew were
just stirring around me. The bosun, his shorts and tee shirt emphasising his
wiry frame and tanned skin, waved as he hurried by on his way to the bridge to
get his daily orders from the Chief Officer. The overweight chief steward
staggered, with an armful of towels and boxes of soap, towards the mid ships
accommodation where I stood. He stopped to wipe his sweaty face with a large
white handkerchief, before disappearing through a door. The lookout sailor
remarked what a beautiful day as he walked jauntily aft from the focastle to
get his breakfast. Just a normal morning with the ship at anchor waiting for
the berth to clear before docking and discharging its cargo.”
“ While I
slowly drank my coffee, I was gazing out to sea through the mouth of the bay
watching the small waves break on the rocks near the headland. Abstrusely, I
noticed two black dots approaching low over the water. Then, born on the slight
breeze, I heard the faint sound of aircraft engines. Before long, it possible
to make out the outlines of two single engined planes. Curiously, I watched as
the planes rushed towards the bay wondering what they were looking for. As far
as I knew there wasn’t any oil under the sea near this island. Therefore I
reasoned, they could not be surveying the seabed. Then they banked steeply left
and climbed over the jungle clad hills ahead of the ship. Very soon, they
disappeared from my view.”
“ Having
finished my coffee, I was just about to return to my cabin to dress properly
for breakfast, when I heard the planes approaching from the landward side of
the ship. Inquisitively, I strolled across the deck to the other side of the
ship to take a look at what the planes were doing.”
He paused and
took a long drink of his beer. “ One behind the other, the two planes were
diving down the slope just above the trees and heading straight for the tanker.
It was just as I had seen in a dozen war movies as the Japanese planes attacked
the American fleet. I wondered idly if they were filming a scene from a movie.”
“ When it was
above the beach, the lead plane levelled out and headed straight for the ship
across the blue water of the bay. I watched transfixed as a black object
detached itself from the underside of the plane. It fell slowly in the
direction of the after deck. Suddenly I realised it was going to hit the ship.
In a panic, I dived for cover behind the bulwark.”
“ There was an
almighty bang and the ship shuddered as though it had run full speed into a
very big wave. The stays on the mast and the wireless arial twanged. Diesel oil
spattered the accommodation from the geyser which exploded from the damaged
deck. Pieces of metal splashed into the sea. Over everything was the sound of
hissing as steam escaped from fractured pipes. All over the tanker, alarm bells
were ringing and hooters wailing.”
I noticed he
was sweating profusely and his hands were shaking such that he gripped his
glass tightly “ Nervously, I lifted my head above the bulwark and risked a
look. I was in time to see the first
plane wheel away, rushing out to sea and climbing into the cloudless sky with
its engine screaming. “
“ Turning
back, I saw a black object fall from the second plane. Once more I flung myself
for cover behind the oil streaked bulwark There was another ear splitting bang.
The shuddering and shaking of the ship was followed by the screaming of
fractured steel. The second plane headed out to sea, rushing after the first.”
“ Except for the ringing in my ears, all sound
had gone. Then there was the grating of steel plates twisting apart, steam
whistling from holes in the pipes and the splash of oil landing back onto the
deck. What had happened was so fantastic, it was unbelievable. A tanker
innocently anchored in a sun brushed bay being bombed in broad daylight in
peacetime. It could not be true but I only had to look around the deck to
understood that it had taken place.”
“ Cautiously,
I climbed to my feet and looked over the bulwark. Oil was bubbling out of the
holes in the deck but no longer shooting skyward. At first, I thought my eyes
were playing tricks for it appeared the ship was bending in the middle. Yes, I
told myself on closer inspection, the aft end is higher than the centre. The
funnel looked as though it was slowly falling towards the main deck such was
its angle to the vertical. At the same time, the ship was settling deeper into
the water.”
“ Shaking my
head to clear the ringing in my ears, I did not have time to think too much
about that had happened. Looking up, I spotted Captain Ruddock on the boat deck
above my head staring aft at the buckled deck and the funnel bending towards
him. His face was white which matched the knuckles of his hands gripping the
rail so tightly I thought he was going to snap it away from its anchor points.
As though he could not believe what he was seeing, his eyes were staring in
horror at the after deck and his mouth was hanging open. Incongruously, I
noticed white shaving foam still clinging to his chin.”
“ Spotting me
on the deck below, he demanded in a hoarse voice. ‘ What happened?’”
“ ‘Two planes
came over and dropped bombs on us,’ I answered bluntly still too much in shock
to be diplomatic.”
“ ‘Whatever
for?’ he muttered more to himself than me. ‘ Those bloody rebels, I suppose.’ ”
“ Then pulling
his shoulders straight, closing his mouth and wiping the shaving foam on the
towel he held in his hand, he was the Captain of the San Fernando again.”
“ ‘ Run up to the bridge and get the Chief
Officer to sound boat stations. Remind him to get the radio officer to send out
an SOS. After you have done that, meet me in my cabin.’ His order was crisp and
firm.”
“ Other crew
members were pouring out of the accommodation both amidships and aft calling
out in alarm. They were dressed in a
variety of clothing, many having that minute risen from their bunks. Alarm
bells started sounding the long pulses that told the crew to assemble near the
lifeboats. Looking rather confused and scared, the crew started to make their
way to the boat decks.”
“ As I raced
up to the bridge, Captain Ruddock was already issuing orders to organise the
crew. When I arrived breathless in the wheelhouse, I found the Chief Officer
and the bosun staring aft and issuing orders over the emergency phone.”
“ ‘ The Old
Man orders everybody to muster by the lifeboats,’ I shouted as I rushed through
the bridge to the stairs leading to the Captain’s cabin. ‘ He says to make sure
that the radio officer sends out a mayday or SOS.’ ”
“ ‘ Where are
you off to?’ the Chief Officer demanded harshly. ‘ I need you here with me.’ ”
“ ‘ I have to
help the Captain.’ I replied.”
“ ‘ Make sure
the radio officer has sent out an SOS as you pass his office,’ he shouted after
me.”
“ Stopping by
the radio office, the radio officer assured me that he had sent out an SOS in
answer to my question.”
“ Leaving the
radio officer waiting for a reply to his SOS, I raced down the stairs to the
Captain’s accommodation. Loudly above the sound of the alarms and the noise of
creaking metal plates, I knocked on the door of the Captain’s cabin. When
bidden to enter, I found Captain Ruddock on his knees, dressed in his uniform
and stuffing papers from the ship’s safe into two brief cases.”
“ ‘ Everybody
is mustering and getting into the lifeboats, sir,’ I said rather breathlessly.
‘ The radio officer has sent out an SOS and is waiting to see if there are any
replies before going to his boat station. He has the emergency radio ready for
use in the lifeboat.’ ”
“ Captain Ruddock
smiled slightly. ‘ Good work. You are to take one of these brief cases up to
the bridge. I will bring the other. Try to make sure it stays with you no
matter what happens. It contains copies of all the ships papers and records. I
have the originals. Between us we should be able to make sure that these are
taken ashore and saved.’ ”
“ Taking the
brief case from the Captain, I ran down the stairs to my cabin. On the way my
shoulders banged painfully into a bulkhead as the ship took a lurch but I
ignored the pain. When I got to my
cabin, I quickly dressed in my uniform ignoring the shuddering and bucking of
the ship and the groaning of the plates. I shoved my personal effects, my
discharge book, identity book, photos, letters and money into a bag I kept for
this purpose. Some of the other cadets during my time at sea had scoffed at my
caution but it was vindicated now. Slinging this over my shoulder, I raced back
up the stairs to the bridge still clutching the briefcase with copies of the
ship’s papers.”
“ On reaching
the wheelhouse, panting from running on a heaving and vibrating deck, I saw
Captain Ruddock standing on the bridge wing looking aft. By the time I joined
him, the water was lapping over the main deck
and when I looked forward all I could see was the focastle. Looking back
aft, it was as though the engine room and the accommodation in the stern were
completely cut off from the amidships. The decks were at crazy angles and the
funnel looked as though it might fall into the water. The four lifeboats were
now being filled with crew under the supervision of the other officers. Air and
oil were bubbling up from the holes in the tanks spreading a black sheen over
the waters surrounding the ship.”
“ Out of the
corner of my eyes, I looked at the captain not wanting him to feel I was
staring. His face was lined and drawn. To me, he had that broken look of
somebody who had come to accept defeat. Where they gripped the rail, his hands
were shaking. His shoulders slumped as though he had aged considerably in a
short time.”
“ Seeing me
for the first time since I arrived on the bridge as ordered, he nodded. ‘ You
had better get down to your lifeboat.’ ”
“ ‘ What about
you?’ I asked even though I knew the answer.”
“ ‘ There is a
life raft at the end of the bridge. I intend to stay here until just before the
bridge goes under.’ He laughed sadly. ‘ Actually, unless the ship capsizes, I
think she will ground before the water reaches the bridge. There was only
twenty feet below the keel when we anchored, so when it settles on the bottom,
the top of the accommodation should remain above the water. Go on. Go for your
lifeboat. I can see the third mate is waiting for you.’ ”
“ ‘ If it is
all right with you, I would like to stay.’ I never understood what made me say
that but it appeared to help the Captain.”
“ Captain
Ruddock put his arm round my shoulder and squeezed. ‘ Thank you. You have to
have some sympathy with the ones who ordered this. Up in those hills some men
are fighting the central government for some measure of autonomy.’ ”
“ ‘ Why bomb
us?’ I was curious.”
“ ‘ They see
this ship as a part of the government machine. Again I suppose they are partly
right. Some of the oil we are delivering will be used in the army’s trucks and
equipment. Therefore, to them, we are helping the government suppress the
rebels. In these situations, young man, there are no grey areas. To the rebels,
those not helping them are their enemies and fair game for assault. I am afraid
we have been caught in the middle. I must say that was some precision bombing
from a small plane. The pilots must have been skilled. As far as all the
reports to me have indicated, nobody on the ship was really hurt.’ ”
“ He waved the
last lifeboat away commanded by the Third Mate. I have to admit as the lifeboat
moved away from the ship and deck under our feet bucked and shuddered, I was
more frightened than I would ever admit to anybody. Despite my fear, there was
no way in which I could have left this vulnerable man on his own.”
“ The Captain
and I stood and watched as the lifeboats pulled away from the sinking ship. Two
patrol boats had left the jetty and were racing in our direction. Once again my
heart stopped as we felt the grinding of broken plates beneath our feet. At one
time, we had to cling to the bridge rail as the ship lurched and heeled over to
starboard.”
“ The water
was steadily climbing up the structure, level now with the main accommodation
deck. There was a groan and a long hiss as though an old lady had lowered
herself painfully into a chair. The bridge rocked and swayed. The Captain and I
saw the stern twist and then settle. The tanker heeled over to port. With a
whoosh, the remaining air bubbled from the superstructure in a rush. Then there
was silence. Even the hiss of escaping steam had ceased. With a lurch, the ship
was still.”
“ The water
was now level with the boat deck and the oil sheen spreading out from the ship
into the clear waters of the bay look thick and ugly.”
Captain
Ruddock turned to me and said, ‘ Thank you for staying with me.’ ”
“ We walked
down the twisted stairs together to the boat deck below the bridge carrying the
ships papers, my personal belongings and the Captain's bag. By the time we
arrived, a patrol boat was alongside the boat deck waiting. I stepped aboard,
helped by the crew. The Captain took one last look round his command and
stepped aboard after me, leaving his ship to the mercy of the elements.”
“ So you see
Eddie every time a plane flies over a ship I am on it brings back memories of
that day when the Fernando was bombed.’ The second mate smiled ruefully.
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