Sebastian Junger - The Perfect Storm

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He didn't want to leave the boat, Stimpson explains to a local reporter. It was his home, and everything he owned was on it.

Dave Coolidge, the Falcon pilot that flew the previous night, walks up to Stimpson and shakes her hand. Camera bulbs flash. Boy, are we glad to see you two, he says. It was a long night, I was afraid you weren't going to make it. Stimpson says graciously, When we heard you on the radio we said, Yes, we're going to make it. We're not just going to perish out here without anyone knowing.

The reporters gradually drift off, and Leonard retires to an upstairs room. Stimpson stays and answers questions for the rescue crew, who are very interested in the relationship between Leonard and the two women. His reactions weren't quite what we expected, one of the Guardsmen admits. Stimpson explains that she and Bylander don't know Leonard very well, they met him through their boss.

Sue and I had been working several months without a break, she says. This trip was going to be our vacation.

While they're talking, the phone rings. One of the Falcon pilots goes to answer it. What time was that? the pilot says, and everyone in the room stops talking. How many were they? What location?

Without a word the Coast Guardsmen get up and leave, and a minute later Stimpson hears toilets flushing. When they come back, one of them asks the Falcon pilot where they went down.

South of Montauk, he says.

The Guardsmen zip up their flight suits and file out the door. A rescue helicopter has just ditched fifty miles offshore and now five National Guardsmen are in the water, swimming.

INTO THE ABYSS

The Lord bowed the heavens and came down, thick darkness under his feet. The channels of the sea were seen, and the foundations of the world were laid bare.

SAMUEL 22

"I DIDN'T know there was a problem, I just knew the Andrea Gail was supposed to be in any day," says Chris Cotter, Bobby's Shatford's girlfriend. "I went to bed and just before dawn I had this dream. I'm on the boat and it's real grey and ugly out and it's rollin' and rockin' and I'm screaming, BOBBY! BOBBY! There's no answer so I walk around the boat and go down into the fishhole and start digging. There's all this slime and weeds and slimy shit and I'm hysterical and crazy and screaming for Bobby and finally I get down and there's one of his arms. I find that and grab him and I know he's gone. And then the wake-up comes."

It's the morning of October 30th; there's been no word from the Andrea Gail in over thirty-six hours. The storm is so tightly packed that few people in Gloucester—only a few hundred miles from the storm's center—have any idea what's out there. Chris lies in bed for a while, trying to shake off the dream, and finally gets up and shuffles into the kitchen. Her apartment looks out across Ipswich Bay, and Christine can see the water, itself cold and grey as granite, piling up against the granite shores of Cape Ann. The air is warm but an ill wind is backing around the compass, and Chris sits down at her kitchen table to watch it come. No one has said anything about a storm, there was nothing about it on the news. Chris smokes one cigarette after another, watching the weather come in off the sea, and she's still there when Susan Brown knocks on the door.

Susan is Bob Brown's wife. She issues the paychecks for the Seagale Corporation, as Brown's company is called, and the week before she'd given Christine the wrong check by mistake. She'd given her Murph's check, which was larger than Bobby Shatford's, and now she's come back to rectify the mistake. Chris invites her in and immediately senses that something is wrong. Susan seems uncomfortable, glancing around and refusing to look Chris in the eye.

Listen, Chris, Susan says finally, I've got some bad news. I'm not sure how to say this.

We don't seem to be able to raise the Andrea Gail.

Chris sits there, stunned. She's still in the dream—still in the dark slimy stink of the fishhole—and the news just confirms what she already knows: He's dead. Bobby Shatford is dead.

Susan tells her they're still trying to get through and that the boat probably just lost her antennas, but Chris knows better; in her gut she knows it's wrong. As soon as Susan leaves, Chris calls Mary Anne Shatford, Bobby's sister. Mary Anne tells her it's true, they can't raise Bobbys boat, and Chris drives down to the Nest and rushes in through the big heavy door. It's only ten in the morning but already people are standing around with beers in their hands, red-eyed and shocked. Ethel is there, and Bobby's other sister, Susan, and his brother, Brian, and Preston, and dozens of fishermen. Nothing's sure yet—the boat could still be afloat, or the crew could be in a life raft or drunk in some Newfoundland bar— but people are quietly assuming the worst.

Chris starts drinking immediately. "People didn't want to give me the details because I was totally out of my mind," she says. "Everybody was drunk 'cause that's what we do, but the crisis made it even worse, just drinkin' and drinkin' and cryin' and drinkin', we just couldn't conceive that they were gone. It was in the paper and on the television and this is my love, my friend, my man, my drinking partner, and it just couldn't be. I had pictures of what happened, images: Bobby and Sully and Murph just bug-eyed, knowing this is the final moment, looking at each other and this jug of booze goin' around real fast because they're tryin' to numb themselves out, and then Bobby goes flyin' and Sully goes under. But what was the final moment? What was the final, final thing?"

The only person not at the Crow's Nest is Bob Brown. As owner of the boat he may well not feel welcome there, but he's also got work to do—he's got a boat to find. There's a single sideband in his upstairs bedroom, and he's been calling on 2182 since early yesterday for both his boats. Neither Billy Tyne nor Linda Greenlaw will come in. Oh boy, he thinks. At nine-thirty, after trying a few more times, Brown drives twenty miles south along Route 128 through the grey rocky uplands of the North Shore. He parks at the Bang's Grant Inn in Danvers and walks into the conference room for the beginning of a two-day New England Fisheries Management Council meeting. The wind is moving heavily through the treetops now, piling dead leaves up against a chainlink fence and spitting rain down from a steel sky. It's not a storm yet, but it's getting there.

Brown takes a seat at the back of the room, notebook in hand, and endures a long and uninteresting meeting. Someone brings up the fact that the Soviet Union has disintegrated into different countries, and U.S. fishing laws need to be changed accordingly. Another person cites a Boston Globe article that says that cod, haddock, and flounder populations are so low that regulations are useless—the species are beyond saving. The National Marine Fisheries Service is not the sole institution with scientific knowledge on pelagic issues, a third person counters. The meeting finally adjourns after an hour of this, and Bob Brown gets up to talk with Gail Johnson, whose husband,

Charlie, is out on the Banks at that moment. Charlie owns the Seneca, which had put into Bay Bulls, Newfoundland, a few weeks earlier with a broken crankshaft.

Did you hear anything from your husband? Brown asks.

Yeah, but I could hardly get him. He's east of the Banks, and they've got bad weather out there.

I know they do, Brown says. I know they do.

Brown asks her to call him if Charlie hears anything about either of his boats. Then he hurries home. As soon as he arrives he goes up to his bedroom and tries the single sideband again, and this time—thank God—Linda comes through. He can hear her only faintly though the static.

/ haven't been able to reach Billy in a couple of days, Linda shouts. I'm worried about them.

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