Continuing our tour of the SSV Seamans…
Climb out the ladder from the doghouse and you will find yourself on the quarterdeck of the Robert C. Seamans. The quarterdeck is a raised deck in the back of the ship, and–between the helm, compasses, and proximity to the doghouse–is essentially the center of the ship’s command.
Pictured above is the quarterdeck, as seen from aloft. The giant white triangle is the mainstays’l (main-stay-sail). Below that white rectangle on the deck is the doghouse. Just aft of the entrance to the doghouse is the helm: the bane of my sailing existence. More on that later.
Facing forward on the quarterdeck, you get a view like this:
Moving forward up the port side of the ship is the science deck, where most scientific equipment is deployed. That big white thing controls a monster coil of wire, which sends equipment down as deep as 3,000 meters.
Continuing to walk forward, you will pass under the topyard and courseyard, where the square sails are set. Pictured here is Pete, perched on the topyard, while I lay aloft on the port shrouds:
All the way forward is the foredeck:
Those red and white cone things–called “tubas” because of their shape–are for ventilation. Every hour they get turned so that they face into the wind, bringing much-needed cool breezes down to the living quarters below decks.
The bow was one of my favorite places on the ship. At the risk of calling to mind Titanic: standing at the bow of a ship, you really do feel like you’re flying. It’s even better out on the bowsprit. On the bowsprit, there is no deck beneath you. You’re floating about twenty feet above the water. During the daytime, you can catch dolphins racing the ship. At night, if you don’t mind the terrifying feeling of flying through pitch black, you can sometimes see glowing green bioluminescence being churned up as the ship slices through the water.
From the bowsprit, you get another good view of the ship, and all its rigging. There are 93 pieces of running rigging (we counted once, during a slow dawn watch). Learning every single line was one of our first–and most important–tasks on the ship. It was also one of the most difficult. Take a look at all these lines coiled and hung around the foremast:
…now imagine me, never having set foot on a sailing vessel before, staring at these coils in utter confusion. Seriously? You guys think I need to know what all of those ropes do? Seriously??