pugwash
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I came back from Brest to Plymouth the other day with my son aged 27 as crew. He knows how to handle a boat, having capszied a Topper often enough as a kid, but nothing about navigation and was somewhat scathing of my concern as we wended through the first two shipping lanes north of Brittany. After dark we did two-hour watches and I told him: "The radar's on and set at six miles so wake me if anything comes closer than about three miles, or if you're worried."
The first watches went smoothly. We were motoring in a pool of miraculous phosphoresence.
At 3am I was woken from a deep sleep by the engine suddenly being cut. "Can you come up Dad, these fishing boats are doing something strange."
I popped out of the hatch and saw something I'd rather forget. Not fishing boats. We had a freighter in front and another astern, distance in each case about half a mile (but hard to tell at night). They were passing left to right and making parallel courses. It seems the first one gave way to us, and our sudden appearance surprised the pants off the second one which turned to port.
My son said: "I didn't call you, Dad, because I knew they had to give way to us."
The situation sorted itself out with both vessels continuing toward the east and ourselves to the north with Eddystone coming up dead ahead.
It was now my turn to go on watch and I went below again to get into my clothes and wake up a bit. After ten minutes or so I went on deck to find no son. He had immediately turned into his bunk. And hammering down on us very fast from the east was a huge container ship. It missed us by at least half a mile but what scared me was that I didn't know it was there and in my fuddled state, thinking separation zones, wasn't expecting ships to go both ways.
So nothing happened but I gave myself a great fright. I didn't rant at my son because it was only slightly his fault. I should have kept a closer check on the situation. I should have laid down absolutely what I expected of him. I did not tell him to stay on deck until I appeared, and to brief me on the different lights in sight.
My question is this. In these circumstances, when you're a skipper about to put your head down, how do you brief your crew? What specific instructions that make you confident enough to close your eyes and leave him to it?
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The first watches went smoothly. We were motoring in a pool of miraculous phosphoresence.
At 3am I was woken from a deep sleep by the engine suddenly being cut. "Can you come up Dad, these fishing boats are doing something strange."
I popped out of the hatch and saw something I'd rather forget. Not fishing boats. We had a freighter in front and another astern, distance in each case about half a mile (but hard to tell at night). They were passing left to right and making parallel courses. It seems the first one gave way to us, and our sudden appearance surprised the pants off the second one which turned to port.
My son said: "I didn't call you, Dad, because I knew they had to give way to us."
The situation sorted itself out with both vessels continuing toward the east and ourselves to the north with Eddystone coming up dead ahead.
It was now my turn to go on watch and I went below again to get into my clothes and wake up a bit. After ten minutes or so I went on deck to find no son. He had immediately turned into his bunk. And hammering down on us very fast from the east was a huge container ship. It missed us by at least half a mile but what scared me was that I didn't know it was there and in my fuddled state, thinking separation zones, wasn't expecting ships to go both ways.
So nothing happened but I gave myself a great fright. I didn't rant at my son because it was only slightly his fault. I should have kept a closer check on the situation. I should have laid down absolutely what I expected of him. I did not tell him to stay on deck until I appeared, and to brief me on the different lights in sight.
My question is this. In these circumstances, when you're a skipper about to put your head down, how do you brief your crew? What specific instructions that make you confident enough to close your eyes and leave him to it?
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