Word: carlsen
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...dense fog hung low as the Isbrandtsen Company's 6,711-ton freighter Flying Enterprise moved away from her pier in Hamburg; her Danish-born master, Henrik Kurt Carlsen, 37, was obliged to conn her down the harbor by radar. There was nasty weather outside, and she creaked and complained as she rolled down past Dover and through the English Channel, heavy with a cargo of coffee beans, antique furniture, automobiles, U.S. mail and Rotterdam pig iron...
...Hull Cracks. On the bridge, the captain calmly prepared for trouble. During nearly 23 years as a deep-water sailor, amiable, stubborn Kurt Carlsen had been in his share of tight spots, but he bore small resemblance to the dramatic sea dog of fiction. He had, for instance, a penchant for providing flowers for the ship's passengers. He enjoyed toiling on deck with the crew. He kept a motorcycle on the ship, and used it for jaunts ashore-expeditions for which he often donned an electrically lighted bow tie. He was an unabashed radio ham and on dull...
...cool and capable officer. Some of his crew could remember how he had reacted four years ago when one of his "black gang" was found on the deck spouting blood from knife wounds in the throat and arms. There was no anesthetic on board, but the sweating Carlsen stitched the fainting victim's throat, sewed up two arteries, sprinkled the wounds with sulfa powder, and saved his life. Carlsen then grabbed the would-be murderer, got a confession, and went back to the bridge as if nothing had happened...
...Rescue. In the early afternoon, with the storm still rising and his ship sodden under his feet, Captain Carlsen sent an SOS: ENCOUNTERING SEVERE HURRICANE . . . SITUATION GRAVE . . . HAVE 30 DEGREE LIST AND JUST DRIFTING . . . At nightfall things got worse; the pig iron in the holds shifted and the ship rolled to port again as if she were going completely over. She hung, listing now at 60 degrees; at times the deck was almost perpendicular. The captain clawed his way among his ten passengers (five women, a boy, four men) with a bottle of brandy, reassured them, had them covered with...
...crew, in heavy clothes and lifejackets, hung on where they could. Carlsen radioed: HOPING TO STAY AFLOAT UNTIL DAY. At dawn the ship rolled and tumbled like a half-submerged log, the red paint on her bottom plainly visible. But she floated. And out beyond her, half hidden by the smoking seas, lay a wallowing covey of rescue ships: the U.S. freighters Southland and War hawk, U.S. military transport General A. W. Greely, the Norwegian tanker H. Westfal-Larsen, the German steamship Arion, the British steamship Sherborne...