my first day at sea

was epic. taking off was amazing. at the cannery i would watch the boats leave all the time, being on the opposite side is amazing. i stood on deck for hours day dreaming. seeing wildlife and over 9 glaciers. my captain caught me daydreaming and on the speaker he goes,"heel of a way to make a living huh?" it's true.

the sound is filled with hundreds of channels so were constantly making turns and are surrounded my large land masses on either side. mountains, hills, valleys, icebergs.

it's me, the captain kenny, his girl kelly, and this strange dude kevin.

the first day was rough. using alot of tools to repair parts and tighten machinery, so it was a lot of learning.

the first boat we pumped (read my previous blog on tendering), was out at sea to long at had tons of rotten fish. kenny goes chuck those fish overboard! and coming from the cannery were big on cleanliness, so i go, "ok do you have any gloves?" and kenny goes, "god damn it son of a bitch cocksucker!" and starts grabbing these maggot infest rotten ass fish with his bear hands and chucking them overboard. so i take his cue, sack it up and do the same without gloves. it reeked and i wanted to puke the whole time. and that's my new nickname, "god damn it son of a bitch cocksucker!". he directs me to do work, but he's never trained me on anything. he's a bastard. but to me, it's just like pledge ship, i'm taking it all in, not taking anything personally, and learning as i go.

so the second boat, were just about to pump it. i look over my shoulder at that weird guy kevin. and i yell "oh fuck!". it looks like he is getting electrocuted. i jump back. and we all realize he's having a full blown seizure. like a fish out of water, no pun intended. but none of us know what to do. i just remember to run and grab a wooden spoon for him to bite on. by the time i come back, his lack of body control send his head flying into a lever and he splits his head open. he's out for a good 7 minutes which is pretty long.

all the nearby boats tie there ropes onto us. like 8 of them. everyone is concerned. luckily one fisherman is an emt. so he takes control of the situation. keeping him alert by asking him questions. like what day is it, what did you have for breakfast, or making him remember three different words. an hour or so goes by, just checking kevin's vitals. no work is being done. we are just waiting for the coast guard. a small one passenger plane finally shows up. as kevins leaving he's still stumbling and still can't remember what we ate for breakfast.

so i have to man up. it just me, the captain and his girl. we finish unloading 6 more boats. I'm working 2 different jobs and kenny will run from the cabin onto the deck to help out. each time calling me a "god damn it son of a bitch cocksucker!".