The Oceanos at the bottom of the Sea

Thursday, February 28, 2013

The Oceanos at the bottom of the Sea

I received an email from Emlyn Brown the other day, if you like me, snf youdon't know who Emlyn Brown is, then Google his name. While searching for the wreck of the Waratah they came across the Oceanos lying on the sea bed, and he kindly sent me these photos. They are quite eerie, and I wonder what is inside, would love to get some photos and footage of inside the ship now. All my lost artifacts still in my cabin on Venus Deck, including my passport, at least 3 bottle of Bols and all my clothes. I wonder if in 50 years time someone will bring up everything and they will put it in a museum somewhere, I doubt whether I will be around to know.

I haven't had too much time to read all the articles on Emlyn, so I am going to do some research on the Waratah and Emlyn Brown and then do a post as soon as I have a bit of time, however you can always read about it on the net.

Please don't copy these photos without Emlyn's permission:

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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.