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Table of contents
- Domestic Noir
- BY ERNEST WEEKLEY, M.A.
- The Project Gutenberg eBook of In Bad Company and Other Stories, by Rolf Boldrewood
- #SDCC2017: All The Saturday programming from Little Lulu to MST3K
Domestic Noir
Nillson calculated that the ships would pass each other port to port with more than enough distance in between. He went out on the wing again and peered through binoculars off to the left. There was only darkness where radar showed a ship to be. Maybe the running lights were broken.
Or it was a navy ship on maneuvers. He looked off to the right. The moon was shining brightly on the water. Back to the left. Still nothing. Could the ship be in a fog bank? No ship would move that fast in dense fog. He considered decreasing the Stockholm's speed.
The captain would hear the jangle of the ship's telegraph and come running. He'd call that frosty assed bastard after the ships had safely passed. At radar on both vessels showed them four miles apart. Still no lights. Nillson again considered calling the captain, and again dismissed the idea.
Nor did he give the order to sound warning signals as required by international law.
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A waste of time. They were on open ocean, the moon was out, and visibility must be five miles. The Stockholm continued to cut through the night at eighteen knots. The man in the crow's nest called out, "Lights to port! Later, analysts would shake their heads in puzzlement, wondering how two radarequipped ships could be drawn together like magnets on the open ocean.
Nillson strode onto the left bridge wing and read the other ship's lights. Two white pinpoints, one high, one low, glowed in darkness. The position of the lights indicated that the ship would pass off to the left: The red portside light came into view, confirming that the ship was heading away from the Stockholm. The ships would pass port to port.
BY ERNEST WEEKLEY, M.A.
Radar put the distance at more than two miles. He glanced at,, the clock. It was p. From what the Andrea Doria's captain could see on the radar screen, the ships should pass each other safely on the right. When the ships were less than three and a half miles apart, Calamai ordered a four degree turn to the left to open up the gap been them. Soon a spectral glow appeared in the fog, and gradually white running lights became visible.
Captain Calamai expected to see the green light on the other ship's starboard side. Any time now One mile apart. Nillson remembered how an observer said the Stockholm cold turn on a dime and give you eight cents change It was time to put that nimbleness to use. Like Calamai, h wanted more breathing room. The ship's bow went twenty degrees to starboard:. Nillson went over to answer it. Confident of a safe passing, he faced the wall, his back to the windows.
The crow's nest lookout was calling.
He went over and checked the radar, unaware of the Doria's new trajectory. The blips were now so dose to each other the reading didn't make any sense to him. He went to the port wing and, without arty urgency,. Calmness deserted him. The high and low lights had reversed themselves: The ship no longer had its red portside light to him. The light was green. Starboard side. Since he'd last looked, the other ship seemed to have made a sharp turn to its left. Now the blazing deck lights of a huge black ship loomed from the thick fog balk.
He shouted a course change. An insane jangle filled the air. Full Speed Astern. Nillson turned back to the helm. Hansen stood there like a stone guardian outside a pagan temple. Hansen began to turn the wheel. Nillson couldn't believe his eyes. Hansen wasn't rotating the wheel to starboard, which would have given them a chance, even a slight one, to avoid a collision. He spun it slowly and deliberately to the left. The Stockholm's bow swung into a deadly turn. Nillson heard a foghorn, knew it must belong to the other ship. The engine room was in chaos: The crew was frantically turning the wheel that would stop the starboard engine.
They scrambled to open the valves that would reverse power and stop the port engine. The ship shuddered as braking took hold Too late. The Stockholm flew like an arrow at the unprotected ship. In the port wing Nillson hung on grimly to the ship's telegraph. Like Nillson, Captain Calamai had watched the masthead, lights materialize, reverse themselves, saw the red portside light glowing like a ruby on back velvet. Realized the other ship had made a sharp right turn directly into the Doria's path.
No warning. No foghorn or whistle.
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Stopping was out of the question at this speed. The ship would need miles of room to skid to a halt. Calamai had seconds to act. He could order a right turn, directly toward the danger, hoping that the ships would brush each other. Maybe the speeding Maria could outrun the attacking ship.. Calamai made a desperate decision.
All left," he barked. A bridge officer called out. Did the captain want the engines shut down? Calamai shook his head. In a blur of spokes the helmsman whipped the wheel around to port using both hands. The whistle shrieked twice to signal the left. The big ship struggled against its forward momentum for a half mile before it heeled into the start of the turn. The captain knew he was taking a big risk in exposing the Doria's broad side. He prayed that the other vessel would bear off while there was still time.
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He still couldn't believe the ships were on a collision course. The whole thing seemed like a dream. A shout from one of his officers snapped him back to reality.