A little about Will

Let me say right up front that I’m no writer. I’m just a guy with a story to tell. I’ve often been lucky by being in the right place at the right time.

These stories are about the four and a half years I spent in the Alvin Group working for the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution.

I remember all this like it was yesterday because of the big impact it had on me. It took my life and career on a track that I had never imagined before.

That was over 30 years ago and it’s been a wild ride sometimes. There’s the old question; “Do you know the difference between a fairy tale and a sea story?” A fairy tale starts out “Once upon a time” and a sea story starts out “This is no shit!”

Well read on because this is no shit!

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Pillow Lines


Life at sea can get pretty boring sometimes. There’s a lot of waiting around for things to happen, especially when the sub is down. You don’t want to start a fresh project too far after lunch, cause you have to start getting ready for recovery about 3 pm. When you have a lot of time on your hands sometimes the only thing to do is a practical joke.
When the boss was diving, either Dudley or Ralph, It was like a day off. We called them Dudley Days. You could nap or read a book. All the things you can do while your boss is at the bottom of the ocean. The Dude was not the hard ass that Ralph was. Ralph went out of his way to catch you goofing off while Dudley thought we should all take an hour a day to exercise. Half the guys took naps instead.
One day we found out that the Dude was in his room sleeping at 2 in the afternoon. He was Launch Coordinator that day and had the VHF radio turned on by his pillow just in case. This was too easy to pass up. Normally Alvin is on the surface at 4:30 or 5 o’clock, so when Alvin is at just 500 meters depth we launch the small boat, say around 4:15. A phone call to the bridge to get them in on it and we were ready.
The signal to launch the small boat is one short blast of the ships whistle. We did that and backed it up with some realistic radio chatter. As I said, Dudley was the Launch Coordinator for the day so he was supposed to be giving the commands to launch the small boat. After the whistle blew we stood by the boat waiting. We knew which hatch the Dude would come through. And come through it he did, practically at a full run. He was on deck in a split second and could see the boat was still aboard. You could see the pillow lines running down his face. “Where you been Dude?” we asked. “Doing some paper work” he replied wonder why we couldn’t stop laughing.


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