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Array ( [sid] => 134762 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Gavan O'Connell 17 [time] => 2007-05-28 22:59:08 [hometext] => [bodytext] =>
And the sea pounded the Copenhagen so that forward movement toward Nova Scotia was not possible. Ship ran

before the wind and its screaming sound made commands topside impossible unless mouth was at the bullhorn

within three feet of an ear. Sea water, in rolling and angry waves, flung their weight over the gunnels flooding the deck

with angry rushes that took everything away not tied down.

Erik Johansen was secured fast with line to a pair cleats near to the wheel. He’d lost his bearings but guessed their

heading was far from Bergen’s compass command. For him to see the

compass face was impossible for wind kept spray ever against it. He knew he’d never have a

chance to wipe it clean viewing its reading for ship’s wheel demanded all his strength and

attention in trying to keep the Copenhagen from floundering. His eyes were on

the oncoming surges and he fought hard to take their weight against the ship in

the best possible way.
[comments] => 1 [counter] => 303 [topic] => 21 [informant] => ramfire [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
Gavan O'Connell 17

Contributed by ramfire on Monday, 28th May 2007 @ 10:59:08 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems




And the sea pounded the Copenhagen so that forward movement toward Nova Scotia was not possible. Ship ran

before the wind and its screaming sound made commands topside impossible unless mouth was at the bullhorn

within three feet of an ear. Sea water, in rolling and angry waves, flung their weight over the gunnels flooding the deck

with angry rushes that took everything away not tied down.

Erik Johansen was secured fast with line to a pair cleats near to the wheel. He’d lost his bearings but guessed their

heading was far from Bergen’s compass command. For him to see the

compass face was impossible for wind kept spray ever against it. He knew he’d never have a

chance to wipe it clean viewing its reading for ship’s wheel demanded all his strength and

attention in trying to keep the Copenhagen from floundering. His eyes were on

the oncoming surges and he fought hard to take their weight against the ship in

the best possible way.




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Re: Gavan O'Connell 17 (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 7th October 2007 @ 12:39:50 AM AEST
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Come on ,Ramfire,where's Paddy?




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