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SKIP AHOY . The Journeys Begin .

By John Parkin

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This collection of first-hand stories of adventure on the high seas has potential but is greatly hampered by inadequate editorial attention.

Synopsis

A n hilariously funny true adventure . Tells of a fifteen year old boy , Him leaving school and suddenly exposed to a confusing world , Him joining the Merchant Navy as a cadet and his life changing awakening into a world of adulthood during his first sea voyage lasting nine months .

This biographical narrative is a collection of stories based on the author’s nine months aboard a merchant navy ship “as a raw 15 year old Merchant Naval cadet.”


Told in the first person, the narrative details adventures that begin when the author is fifteen years old. He joins the merchant navy as a merchant seaman and looks forward to “a life on the ocean waves." This includes twelve weeks of training at Sharpness Sea Training School. Once he’s aboard his ship, readers follow the author’s interactions and adventures with the boson, the chief engineer, chief steward, and other “lads” and shipmates. Also sharks, logs, paint, a German ship, contaminated fresh water and beer. Lots of beer.


There are also stops in Dakar, Florida, and Texas. Going ashore. Kit. A guitar shop. London. Levi's jeans. Rattlesnakes. Christmas trees. And finally, the welcome sight of the white cliffs of Dover.


The narrative wraps up with John’s return home to his family whom he finds “as foreign as the lands I left behind.” He takes his leave. Slips out of the family house. And sets his course for a new adventure with a new family of shipmates.


This story has potential as a collection of first-hand adventure stories on the high seas. But it is severely hampered by errors in basic mechanics. These include errors in grammar, punctuation, and spelling that occur on almost every page.  It gets tiresome. Fast. It also makes for a needlessly difficult read.


A brief sampling includes “cartledge damage.” “United states” (lower-cased). “… pinned in a vice like hug.” Also, there are often no paragraph breaks and no indentations indicating shifts in dialogue or POV. Punctuation such as commas, periods or exclamation points occurs outside quotation marks. (In English, the general rule is that punctuation marks go inside the quotation marks.) Additionally, there’s no Prologue, Author’s Note, Foreword or Introduction. No publication or copyright information. The book opens with readers joining the author aboard a rust bucket boat in rough seas. Some readers may find this sudden, abrupt, and off-putting.


So although Skip Ahoy has potential, the lack of editorial attention is problematic. The unfortunate result is a book that’s not yet ready for prime time. It would greatly benefit from a thorough proofread, a professional edit, and more elbow grease.

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Synopsis

A n hilariously funny true adventure . Tells of a fifteen year old boy , Him leaving school and suddenly exposed to a confusing world , Him joining the Merchant Navy as a cadet and his life changing awakening into a world of adulthood during his first sea voyage lasting nine months .

SKIP AHOY . The Journeys Begin .

Chapter 1     AS I climbed out of the taxi I was astounded by the noise on the dock . The Taxi driver said something .” What ! “ . “ Is he staying there “ , nodding at my travel companion .” Er , no “, then a bit more confidently ,” He’s absolutely buggered“. I leaned into the open taxi door , “ C’mon Tony , we’re at the dock “ . “John , I must have nodded off “ . He yawned and continued . “Has he said which ship it is” ,” No ,but he’s over there talking to that guy with the briefcase under his arm , oh hey up , he's coming over” . “Hi lads “ , he introduced himself ,”I’m from Falmouth pool , we are just sorting out ships for you all , wont be long now “and with that rejoined his colleague , also from Falmouth pool who had travelled with us in the taxi . There had been a second taxi carrying three more ratings from the pool office and they came over and joined us with their kit . The know it all of the three piped in . “ I’ve shipped out of here before , they're not sticking me on an effin tub , if they try It I'll stick em one on “. “What was your last post” I inquired . “Table waiter on the Star line and I told them what they could do with their effin job “ . I replied “I cant imagine why you left “ ? .” I think they had it in for me” he replied . I quipped “That must have hurt “ . The rest chuckled but he went on , “It did “ , More stifled laughter . “ I told em , I can take it “ . Riotous laughter ensued and our learned worldly wise friend was suspiciously confused . Were we laughing at him , or with him . He decided the latter and joined in the laughter . That made us howl even more . “Getting on lads “ . The guy with the briefcase and his colleague rejoined our party “,We've sorted it out . Grab your gear and follow us “. The three , and Tony my companion from Goole pool were taken along the dockside towards their ship but the guy with the briefcase steered me towards a pontoon with small fishing boats lazily bobbing around. Stopping at one of them he said . “Get in the boat and I'll hand you your gear “. It always surprises me how submissive to orders one can be but mechanically and without question , especially after two days of travelling and very little sleep , I followed his instructions. “ The boatman’s going to take you to your ship , Its the one anchored in the bay “. My eyes following the general direction of his pointing finger . “The orangey coloured one” I queried . “Er yes “he offered ” . “Loose the aft line boy “, the boatman said and , complying , we left the pontoon . He pointing the bow in no general direction to the ship in the bay . “This your first trip boy “, he chirped hopefully wanting to start a life long friendship until we got to the ship . “Yeah “.My heart sank as I realized the ship wasn’t orange , it was rust . We had been going about 5 minutes and I thought . We don’t seem to be getting any closer , also the sea state was becoming increasingly rough .” Better hang on boy it’s going to get rougher than this” . and he broke into a sea shanty about sinking which cheered me up no end . I’ve had a few regrets in my young life . Not getting my hands inside Liz Ravensfield’s bra etc , but this boat ride was beginning to be a very close second . The ship , became a colossus against the tiny fishing boat as we arrived alongside and started riding and dropping some three feet due to the swell , ” Where’s the gangway “! I asked very disturbed by the inhospitable waters . There came a cry from up above . No , not the lord ,  someone on the ship . “Tie your kit on to this “ . I looked up . Just in time , to get clobbered by a line that dangled a foot above the deck of the fishing boat , but in the next second was four feet In the air .This isn’t going to be easy on a bouncing boat . I caught hold of the rope and managed to gain some slack just enough to make it possible to tie my kit on , stood back and waved my arm to those atop . The guy on the other end of the line hauled , and all my worldly goods went heavenwards.” But how am I ? “. Crack ! .A Jacob’s ladder came rattling down the side of the ship . ,.”Jump for it boy “, I looked at the fisherman in disbelief, “You've got to be fucking joking” . “Get on the ladder boy or you can swim back “.  My lifelong friend what happened to my lifelong friend ? . I tried grabbing the ladder but realized with the swell I was going to have to go for it on the apex of the rise .” Now “! he shouted . I clung . Oh how I clung ,and then clung some more . This was madness . I was on the ladder and the friendly fisherman was away . I tried to step up but the ladder swung away from the ship which caused me to grip even tighter . Above , “ Come on son , stop admiring the view ,we haven’t got all day “ . My response of effs and anything else I could think of was lost in the sound of the ship's engines vibrating through the plates . Coming to life , and I thought , we were moving forward . What the fuck .They're trying to kill me , then realised we were still riding the anchor . I thought .Right you bastards I'll show you . Anger and a will to kill erupted within my very being and I began to climb , but some eight feet still to climb I was spent and , looking down , I was truly considering a swift end when suddenly, the ladder began to move upwards. Renewal of life surged through my veins as I rose majestically from a certain watery grave . I grabbed the guard rail and vaulted over onto the deck . I was  faced with three deckhands laughing , responsible no doubt , but thankfully , for my meteoric rise . One of the deckhands quipped . “You shouldn't have tried that with your overcoat on “ .I offered , “I always do things the hard way “ . but then regretted saying it . “C'mon son , let’s get you somewhere to bed down” ,” your on duty tomorrow “. The aft accommodation consisted of a small galley . A dining come sitting area . A table garnished with books and magazines , Hmm nice tits , I'll have a butchers at that one later .” It'll be your job to keep this tidy lad . I'll explain the rest of your duties tomorrow morning “ Be on deck for six a.m . Your in number six at the bottom of the companionway. Evening meal is six on the dot , if your not there you go without” .What is it about ultimatum speeches that give a person power over the lower classes , the lesser bred , the serfs . This was no ordinary individual , this was being announced by the boson )of a shit tip ship . He left the galley , down or up ,who cares , I was still affected by my experience on the Jacob's and my sudden recollection caused me to jump for the kitchen sink where I unceremoniously dumped my breakfast , the first and last time I was sick at sea .. The adventure , the quest for discovery in the face of adversity was rapidly becoming , “What on earth have I done “ . Wearily , the energy , now spent from my already tired body . I rescued my gear and proceeded to negotiate the companion way down to my cabin ,Ah ! Here it is , number six . I looked around the small cabin . In one corner there seemed to be a tall steel box which later was identified to me as a wardrobe .The opposite side contained the bed which rested on four metal bars from the ceiling to the floor. That was it . No carpet no desk no drawers . Nothing . , Hmm , homely eh ! . On the bed there were clean folded sheets and a couple of laundered blankets that were showing signs of age . On making the bed I realised that my first observation was not keen enough and worn was definitely on the up . I checked the time with my watch . Quarter past one . I decided to relax , get out of my decent clothes and put on Jean’s and casual shirt and climbed onto the bed .it was then I noticed the vibration of the ship's engine which seemed to increase in intensity within thesolitude of the small room . Hope I will be able to sleep with that racket going on . I lit my last fag , took a huge inhale of smoke that made me splutter and cough . Oh heck , where am I going to put it out , no flipping ashtray . I recovered the discarded packet and nipped the lit end which fell into the foil wrapping in the empty packet . Resting my head on the pillow my mind meandered back to the start of this adventure .  

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About the author

The author wanted to write a narrative biography for his great grandchildren, who he will never see, a brief history of his nine month maiden voyage as a raw 15 year old Merchant Naval cadet . Now 79 he still prefers a challenging sea journey to the comforts of a rocking chair. view profile

Published on February 28, 2023

Published by Amazon

40000 words

Contains mild explicit content ⚠️

Genre:Coming of Age

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