Word: deir
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...watermen from Ocean City poked about the hulk, prying at loose fittings, taking everything movable that seemed salable. The two newcomers watched patiently until the others went ashore at nightfall. From that point on, no one was allowed on board the African Queen without their permission-and Lloyd Deir, 45, and Belden Little, 36, enforced the rule with their shotguns. Their purpose: to float the African Queen, claim her under maritime salvage laws and sell her as scrap for, they hoped, more than...
...that even a big salvage firm had given up as too dangerous-and neither Deir nor Little was a professional salvage man. Both were from Holland, Va. and had been machinists with a heavy construction outfit. They heard of the wreck of the African Queen, decided to go after her, quit their jobs, brought in two more partners who put up money, and hired four helpers, who joined them later on the African Queen. Due mostly to the tremendous persistence and ingenuity of Lloyd Deir, they brought the African Queen to port-but only after six dramatic months of adventure...
...superstructure, examined the derelict, decided to pump sea water from the ship's big tanks and replace it with enough compressed air to float the Queen. A diver went down, looked at the gaping holes in the starboard side; they ranged down as far as 46 ft. Lloyd Deir decided the team would need a prefabricated patch to cover the holes. It would have to be of three-eighths-inch steel, 20 ft. by 30 ft., weighing eleven tons. Deir and the others crouched on the deck, drew diagrams in chalk. "We all pitched in," says Cook Henley Doughtie...
...steel was ordered. Piece by piece, the men welded and bolted it into a single sheet, shaped it to fit the curve of the hull. Day after day, Deir, his face stubbled and grimy, his clothes soaked with oil, drove himself and the men unmercifully. Summer warmed the sea, the sun blistered their backs, and threats of heavy weather hung over them like a time bomb...
...saying to myself, 'Oh, my God, won't they ever pull me up?' Then they started raising me, and all of a sudden the shark swam away. It took me about half a day before I could get up enough nerve to go back down again." Deir himself was working below decks when his acetylene torch sparked an explosion. Sent ashore to a hospital, he turned up again in a few days, scabbed with black burns. Said he: "We got work to do, boys...