Tugboat Anatomy, Part II

Having seen some of the basics, let’s stop on deck for a few minutes to talk about what goes on there. Here is a photo of the foredeck, directly below the front of the wheelhouse.

The H bit is used to make lines fast. They can be led through the bull ring at the very bow of the boat or off to either side through the single bits that stand against the gunwale. The ropes lying there will be tidied up. Harry’s crew was sorting through things, figuring out what’s good and what’s not, otherwise they would be hanging on pegs or stowed in lockers. The work of a deckhand is truly the case of hurry up and wait. He has to be ready to catch a line, toss one to someone else, or loose one at the command of the captain. The lines aren’t heavy until you’ve hauled them around for a couple of hours straight or pulled with all your might to get that last turn around a bit. (Well, actually they are quite heavy but you don’t notice that right away.) You also have to know when to let go. If you hold onto the line and it starts to run, it will pull you through the bit, twisting your arm and whatever other body part follows through the bit. This is not pretty and you’ll be lucky if you only go to the hospital.

Here’s a look at the stern deck.

Surprise! There stands another H bit. Beside it, painted red, white, and blue, is the capstan. This capstan is hydraulically powered. It is used to wind in the towing rope, which the deck hands must then “flake” or lay out in a neat pile atop a pallet that would normally be here, but was taken up to allow for painting of the deck. That rope which is used to tow barges is called a hawser and the High Roller carries one that’s more than a thousand feet long. It is slowly let out through the stern H bit until the captain thinks he has enough out to allow for safe towing. Then it is made fast as describe earlier. The hawser takes up the shock created by the difference in movement between the tug and the barge (or whatever else is being towed). One vessel may be riding up a wave while the other is on its way down. The hawser stretches between the two. It also moves from side to side and you don’t want to get caught between it and the gunwale or a bit or anything else. It will crush you. Again, a good deckhand has to anticipate what’s going to happen, be ready, and act accordingly.

Here’s a view over the stern.

That steel fixture in the middle is called a cleat. You can tie off to that or use it to lead a rope, again depending on the operation. When this photo was taken, the boat was sitting in the Delaware River, so there isn’t much to see. Often times you’ll be looking at a ship coming up from astern or a sunset or a lighthouse, all of which have their own drama.

My character, Nathan Beck, and his crew do the jobs I described here. An Island Away is not a sailing adventure, but there are a few scenes which take place aboard tugboats, including one dramatic event in the Delaware River when another tug catches on fire. Beck and his men have to jump into the fray in order to rescue the other guys on the river. One thing I’d like the reader to take away from these photos is the compactness of the space on deck. There isn’t much room to do anything. Thus, everyone has to work together. One person out of synch creates a big problem that may be dangerous or make for back breaking extra work. However, when a crew works together, it is a choreographed operation that’s a thrill to be a part of. Remember, these objects are big an heavy. The High Roller weighs hundreds of tons. The barges it tows and pushes weigh thousands of tons. Ships weigh tens of thousands of tons. It is this type of work, and more importantly this type of responsibility for other men’s lives and equipment, that forms the character who is Captain Nathan Beck.

In Part III, we’ll go inside to see the engine room and living quarters. Want a job?

Tugboat Anatomy, Part I

One of the main characters in my novel, An Island Away, is a tugboat captain named Nathan Beck. Captain Beck washes ashore on the island of Aruba after his boat sinks in a storm. During my seventeen years working on the Philadelphia waterfront and beyond, I had the pleasure of knowing several tugboat captains very well, not to mention the others that I sailed with every now and then. My friend Harry owns the High Roller, which is shown below.

The High Roller is your typical general purpose tugboat built about 40 or so years ago. Yes, when well cared for, these boats last a long time. I worked with this boat for about six years, towing barges down the Delaware River, into the Atlantic Ocean, and some other places (most times I found my way back). One thing you’ll notice is the bow fender on the front of the boat. Tugboats push as much as they pull. The fender protects both the tug and whatever it happens to be pushing against. It took me a long time to get used to the idea that you actually bump into things when you’re working on tugs as opposed to land vehicles where touching is usually a bad thing. In the center of the bow you’ll see the bull ring where a line can be passed through before leading to a pier, barge, or ship. It is made fast on the front bit by turning figure eights. That first level of deckhouse is bunkrooms and the next level is the wheelhouse. All the way at the top is another steering station used to see over the top of tall barges.

Let’s go inside.

Above you’ll see the two throttles, one for each engine. The view from the wheelhouse is actually pretty good when looking forward. There are windows all the way around but plenty of blind spots to the stern. There is a stern steering station outside, but from there, of course, it is hard to see forward. You have to learn to anticipate your moves, judge how far something will move, and how fast it will move there. Anyway, push the throttle forward one notch to engage the wheels (propellers). Further than the first notch increases the speed of the propeller (not necessarily the boat). Steering is accomplished with a small lever. Sorry, no big, wooden ship’s wheel here. Above the windows is a panel that is shown below.

The two dials show your engine rpm and the center needle is an indicator for the position of your rudder. That’s Harry in the reflection on the computer screen. (He just turned 79. He and his father performed some heroic deeds when a tanker burned at the dock back in the day). If the screen were on, you would see a chart plotter image that ties into the GPS system to show where you are. Comes in handy, especially in the fog. Here is the view down onto the foredeck.

In the center, you see the bit, which is shaped like an H. The bit on the left (port side) is a single bit with a horn that you could also use for making a line fast. These bits are used to lead lines in different directions depending on your purpose. (By the way, Harry’s other boat in the frame there is called the Purple Hays. He has a sense of humor when it comes to naming boats.)

In An Island Away, Nathan Beck is the captain of a much larger tug, but the anatomy is the same. Beck’s grandfather was in the merchant marine during the Second World War, serving as a cook on ships that were torpedoed and sunk on Atlantic Convoy duty. Thus, the older Beck opened a restaurant with a view of the waterfront in Philadelphia. Well, Nathan Beck was raised by this grandfather because his own father abandoned him there at the restaurant. He grew up with a view of the river and the tugboats roaming about. Captivated by these stout vessels he made them his career, ultimately becoming the man who would wash ashore in Aruba, encounter Sam, Luz, and Charlie (yes, of Charlie’s Bar mentioned earlier in my blog).

Part II will take a look at the main deck and what goes on there.

A Mission

While traveling about Spain, I invariably encounter pairs of older women out and about. Usually they give the appearance that they’re on a mission of great importance. Arm in arm, up the streets they go, toting oversized handbags and parcels to their critical destination. For all I know, they’re simply going home or to visit friends. Ah, but it’s fun to spin a little story. Maybe they’re delivering critical supplies needed for clandestine research that will save the world. Like these two in Cuenca:

I was on the easy part of this street. That is on the way down. Looking over the wall, I saw them coming up the lower part, before the corner at the right of the frame. They chugged up, one foot after the other, undeterred by the steep grade. I managed to snap this picture before they saw me, then quickly turned the camera away so as not to be offensive. But there was no foul. I touched my hat, they smiled, and went inside to complete their mission, whatever it happened to be.

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New Fountain Pen

Couldn’t help myself. I was invited to a Mont Blanc event, the opening of a new boutique. Of course, while I was there, they put the press on me to augment the fountain pen collection. Could have been the whiskey they foisted on me. Maybe, maybe not. Either way, I’m not sorry. This pen is part of their Writer Series. I’m not a big fan of William Faulkner. (Nothing against him. He was a master, no doubt about it, just not my flavor.) However, the pen Mont Blanc designed for his name is exceptional. Here’s a first look:

The pen is heavier than my model 149’s. I like a heavy pen because I’m a clumsy, left-handed scribbler with a tendency to press. You don’t have to press with a fountain pen. It glides over the paper. So weight is like back pressure; it keeps you off the throttle. Here’s a close up of the nib:

Faulkner was a big fan of aerobatics. That’s why the airplane is cut into the nib. There’s clouds there, too. Each pen in this series draws something from the author’s life that is subsequently designed into the form of the unit. You should see the one for Jules Verne. (I’m secretly saving for it.) One more shot:

Fountain pens aren’t for everyone. I use them in the course of writing because I find long handed writing more productive than typing into the computer. For this silly reality, I offer no explanation. It works and I don’t mess with it. Ah, one more piece of eye candy:

This pen has been inked up and tested fully. Trust me, it writes like a dream. You can crank through twenty pages a day with no cramps, no crying. Paper selection is a key part of the solution as well and we’ll get into that later. I’ll also post a few shots of my older pens. (They’re shamefully dirty, but I don’t have them to look at. They’re the tools of the trade.) By the way, all these photos were taken by my wife, who I think did an excellent job.

What’s your favorite writing device? Let me know.

Published in: on June 18, 2008 at 9:22 pm  Comments (6)  
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