Sometimes
Bubblehead Submariners can come up with some of the juiciest Sea Stories out
there. This one is from a fella by the
name of Roger "RamJet" Burleigh. I hope you all enjoy …
The
Mediterranean was a wonderful place of myth and legend to have as your first
overseas cruise and that is how it was for me in 1967. To visit Greece and see
all the wonderful and ancient sights, to pass the island of Stromboli and know
it was an active volcano. To see the smoke at its peak and to find small
floating pumice stones on deck after surfacing. Passing through the Straits of
Messina that separates Sicily from Italy and see your first hydrofoil ship was
an awesome sight.
I remember
tracking something on the radar that was moving so fast that I asked permission
to look through the scope to see it. Later I made my way to the bridge to watch
these fast passenger vessels.
Power cables
crossed the straits overhead in those days and may today for all I know, but I
was dumbfounded that wire could run so far and not break. These are some of the
wondrous sites available to a youngster on their first Med. cruise but by no
means, ALL the sights!!
We Med.
moored in Palermo, in a protected dock, which was shaped like the inside of the
letter "U". We were about mid-way between the arms and dropped the
anchor as we backed into position. We then carefully let out the chain
eventually taking it up until we were suspended between lines ashore astern and
our anchor rode forward.
The brow was
positioned from the turtle back to the pier itself, which was no simple feat as
the Cobbler was a PUFFS boat and the aft dome presented a problem. Now any
sailor who has sailed the Med and visited these ports is familiar with
"rat guards" and the rigging of same. A rat-guard is a conical shaped
metal funnel sans spout. It needs not be water proof so is slit up one side
which allows the seaman gang to slip it over the shore lines and then lash it
close again. It is positioned as to impede the progress of rope climbing rats.
Now I
wouldn't say that Palermo's or Sicily's rats were smarter rats, but they damn
sure were bold bastards!! They never even tried to cross the lines and contend
with rat-guards. Why bother??? There is a fine gangway laid shore to ship…let's
board!!! Therefore we found it necessary to arm the after deck watch with a
broom: we had two deck watches everywhere in the Med. one forward and the other
aft.
Now one of
the sailors aboard Cobbler was an EM3 named Springer. Springer is a story all
by himself, but today we will only tell the part of it that applies to the here
and now. Our first night ashore, Springer was making his way through some alley
when he happened upon a bicycle leaning against a wall. The bicycle had a box
mounted over the rear tire which was loaded with bottles of wine. As the
evening was young and Springer hadn't taken on a snoot full of some other
alcoholic beverage he recognized the value of what the Mediterranean Gods had
presented him with and saddled up.
Later he
would come riding down the street to the pier proud as punch and in true
submarine spirit, willing to share his find with the boys aboard, one of which
happened to be me. We untied the box from the bike and brought it aboard. It
was a wonderful spring evening and we sat around the deck drinking what turned
out to be a rather horrid red wine with a body like a dump truck and a flavor
to match. (Neither attribute deterred us in the least as far as consumption was
concerned.)
As the
evening's shadows lengthened the infamous Sicilian rats came from their daytime
hiding places and the after deck watch took up a defensive position near the
bow, broom in hand. The first boarder took it hard as the watch wanted his
shipmates to note his prowess at driving the vermin from our boat.
Unfortunately, not only was the rat fired ashore like from a cannon, but so was
the end of the broom which had come up against one of the brow's stanchions,
snapping it from the handle like a toothpick.
This much
smaller weapon made accuracy much more important while at the same time made
success much more satisfying. A solid body hit would now knock the average rat
a hundred feet or more. Now this was FUN!! (I might have to point out at this
juncture, that there was no shortage of rats in Palermo then and may not be
now, although we certainly did our collective best to reduce the herd.) Soon
there wasn't a broom or mop to be found aboard or ashore with its business end
still attached.
Guys were
stalking the pier in search of rats and found that firing them out to sea was
even greater FUN as you got to hear them splash when they hit, plus survivors
(rats ARE tough) might try to regain the shore via the tank tops, allowing the
poor deck watch some of the sport they had invented, but were now cut out of,
as all rats were intercepted while still on the beach.
The peaceful
Sicilian nights were the scene of sailors stalking the pier front, sticks in
hand, then the cry of “BAT-a-RAT-Tat” would rend the silence, followed by a
soft "thwack" sometimes a squeal and then a resounding splash. A
cheer would erupt and the hunting would resume. So that is how the
Mediterranean game Bat-a-Rat began. All thanks to Springer, a few bottles of
wine and a broken broom.
Remember, this was only the first evening and we were in for at least another weekend!!!
