Word: prow
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Fire blazed in Santa Rosa's forward paint locker and amid the debris aboard the Valchem. In Valchem crew's quarters, just five or six feet abaft the deep cut, an oiler awoke into a nightmare. Said Artzy Vokeris, 53, in his broken English: "Lights out. Ship prow cut all lines. Gas steam in. Everybody trapped in room and can't see. I crawl on floor to get out. Butler and McKay right where collision is. Nobody see them anywhere. Joe Mora try to climb out porthole and pull self on deck. He fall in water. Everybody...
...great danger. Siwik, master of Santa Rosa since her maiden trip last year, directed emergency work from the bridge, ordered fire fighters into the paint locker, radioed the Coast Guard for aid (a Coast Guard helicopter dropped extra carbon dioxide fire extinguishers). Siwik kept his ship's prow stuffed into the tanker's big gash, enabling his own crew to help fight Valchem's fire, facilitating the transfer of Valchem's 17 injured seamen to his own ship's hospital. For more than two hours Siwik held his position to keep the tanker from capsizing...
...Guard cutter, then back to Manhattan for his evening newscast. Scriptless, he ad-libbed an eloquent report of the tragedy from the viewpoint of an anonymous "person who had relatives aboard." Next day, when Linda proved incredibly to have been hurled to safety in the Stockholm's jagged prow by the impact of the crash, Morgan shed his reporter's anonymity in the most moving broadcast of the year...
...Andrea Doria's card players looked idly out of a starboard window and gasped. The cause of her sudden shock: eerie lights of another ship glinting and sprinting out of the darkness towards Andrea Doria. A moment later, with a grinding, crunching roar, Stockholm's knife-sharp prow (reinforced for ice in northern ports) ground 30 ft. deep into the starboard quarter of Andrea Doria, just abaft her flying bridge. Then, with a shudder and shower of sparks, the shivering vessels jerked apart...
...days on end, the tough little clipper rides the fierce chubasco, as lightning sprouts like trees on the horizon, and the towering waves break over her stout prow. Then south to the Galapagos, "the ash heap of the world." Off these volcanic isles another scoop is made for bait. On the ledges of the overhanging rocks, the huge iguana rustle, and at night a volcano spews its fairy fires. Day after day no fish, and days become weeks. The ship sets course for Peru, and there, after 13 weeks at sea, the big latch is made at last...