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Sailors’ Shelter - Вадим Кучеренко

Sailors’ Shelter

Страниц

10

Год

2023

Книга рассказывает о плавании корабля, который подвергся сильному урагану посередине пути. Экипаж попал в тяжелое испытание, и корабль был серьезно поврежден. Он то ли накренивался под ударом волн, пронзая пенящиеся волны своим флагштоком, то ли внезапно взмывал на вершину гигантской волны. Корабельный настил был протекающим, а помпы с трудом откачивали соленую воду из трюма. Экипажу уже пришло время готовиться к неизбежной смерти, когда ураган внезапно потерял интерес к ним и ушел в сторону океана. Море успокоилось, небо прояснилось, солнце светило, и вскоре ни один член экипажа не желал получать абсолюцию перед встречей с Богом. Они снова стали атеистами и богохульниками. Когда человек на вышке на носовом мачте увидел берег, он объявил об этом громким криком, который можно было бы завидовать любому муэдзину, призывающему верующих мусульман к молитве. Моряки потеряли веру в провидение и вновь обратились к своему капитану с несокрушимой верой. Корабль назывался "Luck", а капитан Антон Платов оправдал свое прозвище "Капитан Удача", всегда выходя победителем, борясь с самыми сильными штормами. Он всегда находил гавань вовремя, тогда как другие корабли беспомощно просили о помощи, теряли контроль или тонули на дне. Его успех объясняли редким инстинктом, способностью предвидеть или просто удачей.

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During that voyage, the ship was pretty battered. The hurricane overtook her halfway out at sea, and during a few days it had bitterly exhausted the whole crew. At times the ship was either almost laying on board, piercing the foamy rolling waves with the flag-pole peak, or was suddenly ascending to the very crest of a giant wave, like Antaeus, torn off by Hercules from the power of the earth that fed him. The shipboards with their holes had been leaking, and the pumps had hardly been pumping out salty water from the hold. Actually, it was just right time to get ready for death putting on clean white shirts, when the hurricane suddenly and absolutely inexplicably had lost interest in them and left somewhere to the East, towards the ocean, twisting its funnels. Instantly, the sea calmed down, the sky cleared of clouds, the sun shone, and after an hour it would hardly be possible to find at least one person out of the whole crew who wanted to receive absolution before his meeting with the God. Until the next storm, everyone again had turned into ardent atheists and blasphemers.

When the lookout man on the foremast saw the land, he announced it with a loud cry, such a cry, which any muezzin calling the faithful Muslims to prayer would envy. So, the sailors had finally lost their faith in providence and once again were imbued with unshakable faith in their captain.

– Long live Captain Platov! – they shouted loudly in unison, throwing up their nor' westers. – Glory to our Captain Luck!

The ship had a proud name "Luck". The man, who for many years had been standing on her command bridge, was called "Captain Luck". But it was not just a word-play, which the sailors were really fond of. In fact, Anton Platov justified this nickname with honor. He invariably came out a winner fighting with the most severe storms, while the other ships that had not taken shelter in the port on time, were helplessly asking for help, having lost control, or were just sinking to the bottom. Some people explained this quality by his rare instinct and unique ability to foresee, others – by mere luck, superstitious people explained it by his collaboration with the sea evil spirits. However, everyone agreed that going out to sea with Captain Luck was as safe as walking along a city boulevard on a clear day. Therefore, his ship never lacked crew members. Being recruited in the ship "Luck" crew was considered among the sailors on the whole coast to be more profitable than buying a lucky lottery ticket.

Meanwhile the sailors were rejoicing, the captain Anton Platov, as usual, remained indifferent to common joy and delight. Tall, thin, in his smart marine uniform, fastened with all buttons, being a living embodiment of order and discipline, he was carefully examining the shore through a telescope. He could see some port buildings, piers and ships, on decks of which the sailors were sunbathing, bashfully exposing their pale winter bodies. But, apparently, the captain could not find what he was looking for, and therefore he frowned.

– What are you sad about, captain? – asked the chief mate approaching him. Artem Sinitsyn was older than his captain, he was a heavy steady man in his fifties. However, now the chief mate was smiling broadly like a boy, sharing common joy of the crew.

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