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The weather stayed calm, but the search revealed no sign of the missing men or boat. Finally, the Captain ordered the shoreline be searched for any signs They had heard stories about the area, sometimes called the Valley of Ten.
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If he tried to submerge it would submerge the tug boat right along with it, so we all probably would have died. We got the line off, we got our man back onboard. With a knot tailwind, we blew out of that gap between the submarine and the pier that was sticking out and immediately turned hard left. I knew We flew out of that thing, turned hard left and sure enough there was the mooring wall.

We pulled up to it, tied up, looked at ourselves a minute and said, "whew. Our hard left turn getting us exactly where we wanted didn't result in the Christopher getting exactly where it wanted. I didn't know where they went. I thought we had lost them. Flaherty: When it was time to leave it was go, and you had to go hard.

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When you committed yourself to try to make a maneuver, you committed with everything you had. I came out of the slip and I had the wind on my beam and I thought it was demons. I allowed the Christopher's bow to go too far around and the wind took the boat away from me. We were being driven toward Clouter Island, sideways. Warren said, 'Oh, my God. We all knew what could happen if we hit bottom across the river.

The bathtub shape hull of the tug would come to a sudden stop in the mud, the wind pushing on the tower would drive us over sideways and we would have to swim for our lives. I think I pushed that big brass throttle down until it started to bend. She shook all around and we were praying. She broke and came up into the wind again. That's how we made our way over.

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Guerry: Our wheelhouse was probably about 20 feet above the waterline, and we had a foot and a half or two of water in the wheelhouse. Our chief pilot was so wet that we went back to my captain's quarters to dry off, change clothes, and frankly calm down. We all had to calm down a little bit, the adrenaline was really rushing.

The Christopher, it turned out, had tied off to a barge that was sinking.

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Flaherty crawled onto the barge to check it out, debris flying past him. Flaherty: Immediately after Bob tied off the head line on the barge, Warren said, "Cap, something doesn't look right. While I tried to ease myself along the lee side of the barge, I could feel the wind of the hurricane turning the corner pushing me against the bulkhead wall of the barge. I immediately dropped to the deck.

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My hard hat sailed off into the howling wind as I continued toward the windward side to have a look at the barge's mooring. Now at the corner of the barge on the windward side, the hurricane winds were blasting my face and body with dirt, glass, metal, branches, pine needles, wood, everything imaginable, even laying prone on the deck. I leaned my head over the side of the barge, winds with small debris were hitting me like I was standing in a sand-blasting machine. I took a couple of good licks by some of the larger stuff, but I could see I had bigger problems.

The barge was not alongside at all. It was sitting on top of the dock. The side of its hull was completely crushed in, waves were washing over the dock and the super structure of the barge had been totally compromised.

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Waves driven by wind were freely washing into the barge's breached hull. I scrambled on my belly till I got to the lee side and then I practically ran for the tug. I waved and shouted to Warren to back us away and headed for the wheelhouse. We watched, amazed as the gigantic manning barge started to tilt and roll our way.

I could hear her groan as she was tearing steel off what was left of her hull against the dock while she twisted and rolled over our way.


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She continued to completely roll over in front of our tug and would have taken us with her had we been along side another minute. Flaherty: The eye was amazing, a wonder in itself. Total serenity.

When I looked up at the heavens, I could clearly see all the stars above. There was not a whisper of wind, a total calm, complete peace in the middle of a hurricane. A moment of pure calm. We were at peace, awestruck and amazed. Guerry: The Navy tower was saying there's a boomer, which is the nuclear missile submarine, that has broken loose and is getting ready to break through.

It was getting ready to bust through the wall into this dry dock where a frigate and submarine were. The second half of the storm had started. All the stuff that blew loose in the first half of the storm was now blowing back at you. You had to play dodge ball to get somewhere. Flaherty: The submarine was jammed with her bow nose cone against the wooden pier on the south side of the slip extending toward land at a degree angle where the propeller was against the caisson of the dry dock. Any movement by the submarine could dislodge the caisson, flood the dry dock and sink the sub and frigate.

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Guerry: As we're looking at the situation And that was the only thing that was stopping the submarine from going through the wall. We got there and there was nowhere to go. You couldn't push the submarine to the dock for all the debris. We didn't know if we pushed it up against the pier, where broken beams were standing out, if we might damage the side of the hull.

But I Steve Young on it. Even among the local Cajuns—far from a buttoned-up crew—Smith is known for his flamboyance. He has been known to go to tugboat conferences wearing an Afro wig and a zoot suit, or high heels and a feather boa, and he boasts of being the only man he knows who has had strippers pay him at a club. One of my hobbies in past years was tightrope walking. It had been eight days since the country was struck by an earthquake, leaving more than two hundred thousand dead and Port-au-Prince in ruins. During the next few weeks, the American military would ship more than twenty million pounds of food and medical supplies to the island.

For now, though, the airport was gridlocked—it was built for thirteen flights a day and was serving up to a hundred and fifty—its control tower cracked. At the port, the northern pier had been shaken to pieces, and its cranes had toppled into the bay. The southern pier was in slightly better shape, but its broken pilings still had to be repaired by Army divers. It was a situation tailor-made for the Smiths.

Within days of the earthquake, Latham and his son sent separate e-mails to the Military Sealift Command, offering their services.