|IMO number|| |
|Call sign|| |
|Construction number|| |
|Length overall|| |
|Year of construction|| |
|Year of renaming/broken up|| |
|Service for Shell|| |
1954 to 1976
|Barry Morgan||messman||1959||peggy (mess room)|
|Rchard Harding||jun.deck apprentice||1960 to 1961|
|Allen Hawker||catering boy||1963|
|Gary Angell||able seaman||1963 to 1965|
|Paddy Gunnery||cabin boy||1963|
|Dudley Benfield||catering||1964||Cant remember much about the trip, mid 60s thats all.|
|Chris Child||cadet||1966 to 1967|
|Tony Noon||5th engineer||1967 to 1968|
|Robert William Moore||navigation cadet||1969 to 1970|
|Malcolm Lakey||catering boy||1970|
|Howard Godfrey||junior engineer||1972|
|Duncan Mcgregor...||engineer||1973 to 1974||engineer cadet, junior engineer, 5th engineer|
|Denis Allen||efficient deckhand||1974|
|Ian Thomas||radio officer||1974|
|Paul Burrows||2nd engineer||1975 to 1976|
|11/13/2017 - 03:19||Robert William Moore||
Went through Hurricane Inga in 69, heavy with cargo .. the main deck disappeared under a white foaming sea for much of the time... we had to turn head to wind and the forward deck walkway got uprooted and was flailing about damaging the hatch covers. It took a bit of securing with wire hawsers to hold it down until a proper repair could be made.
After Inga still miles from land, steaming at 18 knots we were drying out the lifeboat sails by the expedient method of hoisting them up the mast and letting them flap... A plane descended from nowhere and \\\\\\\'bombed\\\\\\\' us. The bomb hit the ocean just by the ship and exploded into a large inflatable dinghy. As the plane zoomed off we thought the bright orange flapping sails might have attracted him. Someone must have later found an abandoned floating life-raft and wondered what happened to the crew..
Called up a drifter one night, with the Aldis lamp, off the coast of Brazil.. [red light over a white light] to find out where his nets were... \\\\\\\'I was always good at identifying passing ships\\\\\\\', turned out to be the USS Enterprise !!!
Creedence Clearwater Revival music was blasting around the ship in the Buenos Aires refinery berth one night, when the first mate grabbed a cigar out of the mouth of a stupid Argentinian visitor, who proudly arriving at the top of the gang plank .. the shower of sparks was quite spectacular as it hit the deck .. why I am still here to tell these stories I am not quite sure, but perhaps the gas oil was not feeling volatile that day!
Out at sea I found an exhausted fruit bat clinging to a deck head and took it into my cabin while we got back to land.. it became quite tame as I fed it bits from the galley, but I never liked being called Batman from then until I left Cerinthus.
Just some of the fond memories and my best regards to anyone who shared those days.
|10/16/2017 - 11:35||Rchard Harding||
PS. Sorry, forgot to mention - enjoyed the colour photos on your website of "Cerinthus", particularly the aerial shot!