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until later. At the time, we thought it was a mannequin.
The ship passed by and no one attempted to stop it. How could we? It was barreling forward at top speed. We notified the coast guard and I hope they were able to stop it to see if anyone was on board and whether they needed anything. A few people on the deck had snapped photos and we looked at them on their smart-phones. The man’s hands were definitely tied together and to a metal rod sticking out of the ship. He was holding something but none of us could tell what. One of the women, an older one, said it was a crucifix but it was too difficult to tell.
We were abl e to trace the ship based on its name. And get this my bloggie doggies: it’s a Russian ship. What the @#$$! A Russian ship in Mexican waters. The Reds are going Hunt for Red October on us. I heard from one of the crew that the manifest of the ship had stated they were just carrying boxes of dirt. Why would anyone need that?
That isn’t the weirdest part. As the storm passed the next day we started on our journey but all anyone could talk about was this ship we’d seen. We kept digging around. We found an actual log from the ship that had been sent to us by the Russian embassy (my guess is they meant to send it to the coast guard).
Now, I probably shouldn’t have read that email but I’ve been on this ship for over six weeks and have made some good friends on the crew. So, after a few games of poker, and many more shots of tequila, one of the crew opened up the email with the log so we could see it and, of course, I just happened to forward it to myself. I’ve reprinted here for your eyes only, and please note we had to translate this with Google Translate so it may not be perfect:
LOG OF THE DEMETER: Varna to the Gulf of Mexico
July 6: Finished dropping off cargo from previous job. Crew: five hands, two mates, two cooks and myself.
July 11: Entered Bosphorus at dawn. Customs officials had to board. Everything good.
July 12: Through Dardanelles. More customs official. Want us on way soon.
July 13: Pass Cape Matapan. Crew seems uneasy but won’t tell me why.
July 16: Picked up new cargo in Los Angeles: earth and crates.
July 18 : Mate ask crew what wrong. Crew only say something is on ship. One man make sign of cross and carry cross with him. All else silent for night.
July 19 : Petrofsky, one of crew, has gone missing. Relieved of duty for the night but did not show up at bunk. Men say something is aboard with us.
July 21 : One of crew came to me and said he saw a man onboard my ship. He was a tall man in black leather pants and a leather jacket. He walked from the back of the ship to the front. My crewman follow him but did not see where he went. I promised crewman we will search ship from stern to stern. Mate thinks this is bad idea but I think would make men happy. We search ship and found nothing. Crew seems in better mood.
July 24 : Bad weather past three days. Men working too hard to be frightened. Praised them all on their work in the harsh weather.
July 25 : Another man has gone missing. Came off his shift like Petrofsky and was not seen again. The men are frightened and want two men at a time as they are frightened to be alone. The first mate is worried violence break out. When men scared, they get violent.
July 28: Fierce storm, no one can get any sleep. The ships flies from side-to-side.
July 29: Another missing man. Had to go single man to a watch as the crew too tired for doubles. I called all men together. We will carry weapons and never be alone again.
July 30: Rejoiced that we are nearing Mexico. Have been off course past six days somehow. Perhaps storms affect instruments. Radio communication impossible through storms. Only five men on ship now. Everyone work quietly and don’t speak to each other.
August 1: Heard man cry out in the middle of night. I rose and went outside. It was so much fog I couldn’t see and ran into first mate. He said he heard cry
The ship passed by and no one attempted to stop it. How could we? It was barreling forward at top speed. We notified the coast guard and I hope they were able to stop it to see if anyone was on board and whether they needed anything. A few people on the deck had snapped photos and we looked at them on their smart-phones. The man’s hands were definitely tied together and to a metal rod sticking out of the ship. He was holding something but none of us could tell what. One of the women, an older one, said it was a crucifix but it was too difficult to tell.
We were abl e to trace the ship based on its name. And get this my bloggie doggies: it’s a Russian ship. What the @#$$! A Russian ship in Mexican waters. The Reds are going Hunt for Red October on us. I heard from one of the crew that the manifest of the ship had stated they were just carrying boxes of dirt. Why would anyone need that?
That isn’t the weirdest part. As the storm passed the next day we started on our journey but all anyone could talk about was this ship we’d seen. We kept digging around. We found an actual log from the ship that had been sent to us by the Russian embassy (my guess is they meant to send it to the coast guard).
Now, I probably shouldn’t have read that email but I’ve been on this ship for over six weeks and have made some good friends on the crew. So, after a few games of poker, and many more shots of tequila, one of the crew opened up the email with the log so we could see it and, of course, I just happened to forward it to myself. I’ve reprinted here for your eyes only, and please note we had to translate this with Google Translate so it may not be perfect:
LOG OF THE DEMETER: Varna to the Gulf of Mexico
July 6: Finished dropping off cargo from previous job. Crew: five hands, two mates, two cooks and myself.
July 11: Entered Bosphorus at dawn. Customs officials had to board. Everything good.
July 12: Through Dardanelles. More customs official. Want us on way soon.
July 13: Pass Cape Matapan. Crew seems uneasy but won’t tell me why.
July 16: Picked up new cargo in Los Angeles: earth and crates.
July 18 : Mate ask crew what wrong. Crew only say something is on ship. One man make sign of cross and carry cross with him. All else silent for night.
July 19 : Petrofsky, one of crew, has gone missing. Relieved of duty for the night but did not show up at bunk. Men say something is aboard with us.
July 21 : One of crew came to me and said he saw a man onboard my ship. He was a tall man in black leather pants and a leather jacket. He walked from the back of the ship to the front. My crewman follow him but did not see where he went. I promised crewman we will search ship from stern to stern. Mate thinks this is bad idea but I think would make men happy. We search ship and found nothing. Crew seems in better mood.
July 24 : Bad weather past three days. Men working too hard to be frightened. Praised them all on their work in the harsh weather.
July 25 : Another man has gone missing. Came off his shift like Petrofsky and was not seen again. The men are frightened and want two men at a time as they are frightened to be alone. The first mate is worried violence break out. When men scared, they get violent.
July 28: Fierce storm, no one can get any sleep. The ships flies from side-to-side.
July 29: Another missing man. Had to go single man to a watch as the crew too tired for doubles. I called all men together. We will carry weapons and never be alone again.
July 30: Rejoiced that we are nearing Mexico. Have been off course past six days somehow. Perhaps storms affect instruments. Radio communication impossible through storms. Only five men on ship now. Everyone work quietly and don’t speak to each other.
August 1: Heard man cry out in the middle of night. I rose and went outside. It was so much fog I couldn’t see and ran into first mate. He said he heard cry
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