Interesting Newspaper Article

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Interesting Newspaper Article

2 comments:

niedless2say said...: I saw the story of the sinking of the Oceanos on television several nights ago, and am absolutely shocked and appalled that the Captain and crew abandoned ship, leaving passengers and entertainers to fend for themselves. I'd like to see that Captain taken out to sea and thrown overboard, the same for the owners of the Oceanos. My heart goes out to all of you passengers who survived. God Bless You All.; 28 January 2009 at 21:56
Anonymous said...: I just saw a documentary on cable TV here in Westlake Village, CA.. This is appaling how the captain and crew conducted themselves! Thankfully no one was injured - however the captain and crew conduct leave much to be desired. As the prior respondanmt posted - it would be too KIND to throw that Captain out at sea. Better to have him answer for his CRIMES first - apolagize to each passenger personally - eyeball to eye ball ... then take him out to sea to reconsider his fate.

I wonder how it is he is now permitted to captain a ferry boat? I would think he is totally unqualified to captain any vessel with live passengers or therwise.; 18 February 2009 at 18:31

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Hi, My name is Rose, I am one of the Survivors of the Oceanos which sank off Coffee Bay on the Wild Coast of South Africa on August the 4th, 1991. As one of the largest rescues in maritime history I was rescued by helicopter 2 hours before she sank but you can read my story here. I have created this blog in memory of the Oceanos and all who sailed on her.

If you have a story to tell, please email it to me and I will put it up on this blog. Should you wish to use any material from this blog please email me for permission. Enjoy reading!

"The boy stood on the burning deck" - Felicia Hemans (1793 - 1835)

The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.

Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm;A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.

The flames rolled on–he would not go Without his Father's word; That father, faint in death below, His voice no longer heard.

He called aloud–'say, Father, say If yet my task is done?'He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son.

'Speak, father!' once again he cried, 'If I may yet be gone!'And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.

Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair,And looked from that lone post of death In still yet brave despair.

And shouted but once more aloud, 'My father! must I stay?'While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way.

They wrapt the ship in splendour wild, They caught the flag on high,And streamed above the gallant child, Like banners in the sky.

There came a burst of thunder sound– The boy–oh! where was he?Ask of the winds that far around With fragments strewed the sea!–

With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part–But the noblest thing which perished there Was that young faithful heart.