GRIMSBY ,I WAS SO FRUSTRATED EVEN AT THE YOUNG AGE OF 13 THAT I ran away from home in DENTON MANCHESTER, to join the ,MADDEST , INSANEIST . IMFAMOUS SEA CAPTAIN in GRIMSBY FISHING CITY UK . When the Council of Denton decided to fill in the lake with rubbish, they not only killed my favourite swarms and also all the other birds that I used to visit, so from the river rubbish I found an old canvas Lorry cover ,and with the wood from a tree I bent it around and tide it together then covered it with the canvas thus making a Canadian type canoe, with this canoe Ive paddled down the Manchester shipping canal to the open sea, where I was picked up by a fishing trawler returning to Grimsby, The only way I could get back to see on a fishing trawler was to accept the position on the boat of the muddiest captain in Grimsby. All boats except three stayed in Port because the weather forecast was of a terrific stall. Only three trawlers had the courage and craziness to set sail for the North Sea in that storm two of the trawlers sank ,and all hands on board were lost our trawlers continued, even further into the cold area of Bear Island way north near the ice land. Our captain was obviously obsessed in catching fish, with absolutely no regard for the crew who had to pull in those nets with waves breaking over in the ice. When we were allowed to go below deck of the two hours whilst we were trawling our cabin at the front of the boat where the chain anchors were stowed ,every wave that came over crashed down into our cabin ,it was like freefalling ,each time you got to the top or a wave, then the 30 or 40 foot drop BOOMTH, when the captain saw that I was feeling sick ,and sorry for myself he ordered me to bring him a cup of tea to the bridge which meant climbing up the steel ladder on the outside of the trawler , so if I fell it would be directly into the ocean. To steal ladder was icy, bit out of sheer terror I managed to reach the top, as I put the cup down on the top deck of the boat it keeled to one side and the tea spilt, this caused the captain to grab hold of me by my hair pull me into the doghouse and beat hell out of me ,he beat me black and blue and finally kicked me. From then on I was ordered to the bilges were my job was to break the solid ice with a pickaxe into ice pieces to be stacked by me into the trays of fish. How I survived alive I dont know, but it was the greatest lesson of ever I think for a 13-year-old boy that wanted adventure, on returning home I spent one week just lying on the carpet in my mother is sitting room fully clothed in front of an electric fire.,~~~~~~~~~ thought by CAPTAIN CLIVE KELLY E OLOGIST, SEACIDE INVENTER, ALIAS RAINCLOUD .
Posted on: Thu, 31 Oct 2013 11:44:10 +0000
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